Week 48 - Santa's Little Nanner

"This is a stocking...really?  More like a sleeping bag.
What?...The larger the stocking the more presents I get?
Stocking it is!!

Nope, Santa's sleigh did not miss our house.  He sent some early presents via Amazon Prime and then asked the NSA to corroborate his hunch that Nanner was travelling to Bay City, Michigan for Jesus' big day.  His elves then tapped into the Agency's new GIS database (and crack analysts) to deliver a second round of love.

"Just like Uncle Greg taught me..."

"...Rabidoux style!"

Sporting a pair of red pajamas and two White Russians deep, Nanner was pushing midnight with no sign of tiring.  She wanted to catch a glimpse of Saint Nick, and besides...she was on a hot streak!

Merry Christmas from the Nanner.

Week 47 - Tis The Season

"If I had known that Christmas kicks ass this much,
I would have come out sooner last year!"

Christmas isn't for us anymore...Nope!  It's for the Nanner!  Gma and Gpa sent two huuuge boxes full of presents.  A book (yep, we could tell) for Aimee, a little something for me, and gift after gift after gift after (what's that, another box just arrived?) gift for the Nanner.  

Just imagine how many presents she would get if she actually slept.

"What's that thing around dada's neck?"

Aimee and Nanner went downtown to see Santa at the Christkindlmarket (I dunno, sumthin German) last Friday.  But Nanner was adamant about having a beer with her pops first.

Week 46 - Nannerism or Baroque?

Nanner is an urban baby for sure.  And a hip one at that.  She went downtown to the art museum today - just because.  She bypassed the suburbanites standing in line at Macy's to see Santa, jaywalked across Wabash, ignored the homeless man selling Streetwise and shook her head at the tourists that skipped with him across Michigan Avenue, rolled her eyes at the musicians banging sticks on buckets in the shadow of the Art Institute lions, and then made a beeline to the Modern Wing.  She had no time for Monet, Manet, Mannerism or Baroque.  "Give me Modern!" she said, and plopped herself down in front of Rothko.

"...child art transforms itself into primitivism,
which is only the child producing a mimicry of himself"

And there she sat until closing time when security asked her to vacate the gallery - at which time a huge smile appeared on her face.  "I get it!" she exclaimed.  And went home.

Week 45 - Home in the Land of Nanner

"Hello?  Over here...pay attention to me!"

Two exciting things to report this week.  
1. We returned the Zack Morris era baby monitor in exchange for a small, sleek portable one that you don't have to carry over your shoulder like a boom box to move from room to room.
2. We have used that monitor to watch Nanner sleep long enough to watch a full episode (or three) of Homeland, our latest obsession.  If you have not watched it, you should.  I hear there is a pirated copy on a flash drive out there.  

She was awake fifteen minutes later.

Cute does not guarantee sleep.