So what did Elijah think? Let's just say he loves paper. To eat it that is! He actually did open the presents that he had..mostly to get the paper, but hey, what can I say? The kid knows what he likes. He has enjoyed all of his toys but I have to say that he has really liked one toy that I never thought that he would. I had bought this little piano at WalMart the day after Thanksgiving for $15 (it was a good deal) and it's listed for 1 and up so I figured it was a "not yet" toy. I put it together just for kicks and (after I took the seat off that he kept falling off of) he LOVES it. Maybe this is just a hint of what's to come. I would be so proud if he learned an instrument like the piano and could play it in church. I guess we'll know in time. He sure does love music though. The one funny thing that we noticed is that he is very sensitive to music. Why do I say that? Because when he hears "O Holy Night" he cries. I think he senses that it's a very spiritual song..my favorite Christmas song too. Bummer for me because I couldn't sing it without him getting a big pouchy lip. Who am I kidding, I couldn't sing it anyway because I had NO VOICE! I lost it the Friday before Christmas and am just barely getting it back now. Those of you that know me well, know that it was SO HARD for me to not have a voice. Not just because I talk a lot, but because I LOVE to sing...especially Christmas songs. Who doesn't? They seem to be the one kind of songs everyone knows the words to.
Going on. Jake and I enjoyed our presents too. Jake got a Nintendo DS and an RC car and I got an IPod. I also got a bunch of goodies for the kitchen (cook books, olive wood utensils, ramekins, etc) and some other great goodies. On Christmas night after everyone went home and Elijah went to bed I ended up making a pot of tea in my new Japanese tea pot, sitting down and soaking my feet in my new foot soak, and watching White Christmas (my FAVORITE Christmas movie). I just love Bing Crosby. What a voice . Of course I love Rosmary Cloony too. The song White Christmas reminds me of my Grandpa. He was an excellent whistler and used to always whistle along. I miss him and my Grandmas (another hard thing about the holidays).
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