In the Genes

I don’t really remember when this started for me, I am sure very early. But after this weekend I am convinced that is must be part of our genetic make-up. Shane, at 2 and a half, has already learned how to beg for things on store shelves and play her Daddy. We were at Wal-Mart (which we have decided never to take the kids there again) and Shane saw yet another thing she wanted; asked for it; was told not this time; and then turned on her heal, looked at her Daddy, cocked her head and said in the sweetest voice ever “Pleeeessseee Daddy” Worth and I just looked at each other and were in awe. How does a girl know to do that to her Daddy? To Worth’s credit he held tight but I could see him buckling if I hadn’t been there for support.

I must say though, that I am very excited about Christmas this year. This is the first year Shane will understand Santa Claus, leaving cookies, more presents under the tree than when she went to bed. I have always loved Christmas but to see it through the eyes of my children is just magical. We have already started a few traditions. We went to a paint pottery place and I let her paint an ornament. Her first Christmas we did her hand print and I will do Gray’s this year and now every year forward we will go paint ornaments. And, of course, I have frozen blueberries that I got from a local farm this summer, waiting for the blueberry pancake on Christmas morning tradition that started last year.

Gray is about to start crawling. He will get up on his knees and rock back and forth and scream. It infuriates him not to be able to go. We went to the doctor last week and he is a solid 18 lb, 10 oz. Shane was that at one year - he is and a half months. He is the sweetest baby, doesn’t get fussy unless something is wrong. And the love-fest between the two continues.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!