My first Christmas dress--well, my second Christmas dress, actually, because like Little Miss I was just a one-month-old little lump of a thing for my very first Christmas--was this exact, classic, red-velvet number. For a long time it lived on one of my dolls, and then, once I got older, in my tiny cabinet of Things To Keep.
She's smaller than I was, but a well-placed safety pin in the back and a cute cardi do wonders when a mama just wants a few photos.
For posterity....she's walking, but still in the Frankenstein-y sort of way. She says "Dada" and "baba" and "hi!", but her favorite word is "Uh-OH!" (Mostly when she drops something on purpose.) I'm also trying to teach her to say "HO! HO! HO!" all jolly-Santa-like. (Will Instagram a video if I'm successful. Promise.)
Her favorite food is definitely cuties. She calls them, "Mmmms", and would eat them until her whole chin turned rash-red if we'd allow it. (I attribute this to the fact that I ate my weight in them the last month I was pregnant with her.) She's still tall--31 inches, 23 pounds and change...and that about covers the superficial stats.
More substantially, her defining characteristic is still--just as it's always been--that she's happy.
I mean, she has her moments--mostly at 3 a.m. when teeth are coming in--but her overall center is still so zen and cheerful. (It's really interesting to compare her to the Kid in that way. Like, I wouldn't say he's not happy, just that it's not the first word I think of. Imaginative? Curious? Force of nature? All of those first; happy further down the list.) And maybe that will change as she gets older--she has a lot of personality to develop still--but...I don't know, "happy" just seems to be "her".
And, to go even deeper, it's still so crazy that she's here.
It sounds hokey, but both of my kids kind of danced along in my peripheral vision--always there, but not quite--for a long time before either of them were actually born. It was always my favorite when Little Miss would pop into my dreams at night, and it's been correspondingly so weird--but also at the same time incredible and wonderful--to finally have the last little member of our family Earth-side.
And wearing my Christmas dress that I saved for her all those years for her birthday pictures. Or rather, wearing *our* Christmas dress, as I suppose I now have to call it.