Christmas
I miss the days of waking up super early on Christmas morning to see what Santa had brought. But this year I realized that I get to experience that nervous excitement once again through Sarah.

When she woke up Christmas morning she was more interested in getting a "Sarah cookie" (aka a Hershey Kiss) for using the potty than finding out what Santa had left her. But as she entered the living room I asked her, "Did Santa come?" She stopped dead in her tracks, looked over to the presents and her jaw hit the floor. I wish I had gotten a picture of it!

Needless to say, she was so excited about her Santa present (yep, just one, but it has a ton of parts to it - a play kitchen) that we practically had to shove her wrapped presents under her nose so she would open them. She'd tear into them, make some small comment and turn back to the play kitchen. ;)

She cooked for us all day long! When it was nap time I said, "It's time for a nap," to which she replied, "I'm cooking now, Mommy!" And she wanted to take the kitchen to bed with her that night (it's taller than she is), but instead we let her take some of the play food with her. She thought that was quite acceptable. ;)