In December, there was a local model train show and we met up with some friends who also have a boy about MVP's age. Here's MVP with the legit choo-choo train hand stamp.
Here he is enjoying the trains go around and around. He sooo wanted to grab them, but we're grateful he didn't.
A rare family portrait.
This is why spaghetti was invented. I'm sure of it! (This was taken on MVP's 11-month birthday.)
Here's a quick glimpse into MVP's first Christmas. At our church party, he got to sit on Santa's lap.
I call this one "The Stare Down". I think they were able to come to a mutual agreement about being on the Nice List.
While opening presents, we found it to be somewhat frustrating because it was clear that MVP would have been perfectly happy playing with the ribbons and paper or with just pushing the wrapped gifts around on the floor. Ultimately, when we got him to open his first gift and discover that there was a toy inside, he wanted to play with said toy and didn't seem to care that there were other gifts to be opened.
This is what MVP has been up to lately. For some reason, he has been getting into the cupboards without much of a problem, but until this week, he hadn't realized that the kitchen drawers A) could open and B) contained all kinds of fun toys--waaaay better than the ones in his toy box!! While this is annoying, I know my mom is relishing in how much like his mom MVP is.
It snowed on Monday and whenever there is a threat of snow around here, schools shut down faster than MVP can empty the kitchen drawer! I always tend to roll my eyes when they close everything down because we usually end up with a mild dusting and everyone goes out shopping anyway. It's pointless. But this time, there were actually a few inches of snow!! It snowed so much that we couldn't tell where our driveway ended and the street began. We don't own a snow shovel and wouldn't know where to buy one. (That's how life should be!) The snow gave us an opportunity to let MVP play in it for a little while, but he much prefers the sand (just like his mamma). The sand doesn't make you painfully cold and you don't have to bundle up in every sweater you own just to play in it. Snow is so fussy!