Christmas Present

The ghost of Christmas present, that is. Petra is loving the run up to Christmas, and even decided to decorate herself in ribbon chains. I can't wait to see her tomorrow morning when she wakes up to presents filling the livingroom (OK, maybe not filling, but there are some under the tree, and a Dala rocking horse and a rocket-rider for her!). Paint fumes are still wafting from the rocking horse a little. I might have cut it a bit close. Daddy's been putting on coats of paint and lacquer all week, but it looks great if I do say so myself. No pictures though until Petra sees it first!

We have molars! And Petra has one too! Lower right deciduous molar suddenly appeared this afternoon (at least one edge of it). That baby, keeping secrets from us! She hasn't been fussy or feverish or anything, though she did bite me good when I stuck my finger in to inspect the new tooth. I love this sweet baby!

The list of Petra's signs and words keeps growing, and now includes a sign for glasses. Daddy got new glasses the other day ($29.95 over the internet! I love these tubes!), and Petra wanted to try them on, so she made a sign for glasses (index fingers pointing at her eyebrows on either side). Too cute to resist! And besides, with parents that have eyes as bad as ours, she might as well get used to the idea of wearing them.