Month 5: With holidays like these, who needs Mondays?

This was my first Christmas. My first New Year. My first winter snow. According to the baby calendar, these are supposed to be happy days in the life of us babies (you know, if we weren't oblivious to anything except milk).

Well, I'm not really a huge fan of my first round of holidays. These holidays chewed us up and spit us out. It all started a couple days before Christmas when my brother had an allergic reaction. He wanted someone to cuddle with him to help him feel better, but Mom had to clean the carpet. So I took care of him while she was busy.

Then on Christmas Eve, I got to open a new outfit that I was going to wear to Christmas Eve service. From my first impressions, that's pretty much what Christmas is all about, right? Giving little girls pretty clothes and adoring them?

Close enough to 5 months

Unfortunately, before we left Mommy took my temperature. Then she said I couldn't go anywhere and I had to go to bed early and I was really sad.

Fortunately, I was feeling better on Christmas. My brother was for some reason happy to get a chair, even though chairs are a vast conspiracy by parents to not hold their kids. I personally prefer being held at all times. But whatever.

I, on the other hand, got more clothes in keeping with the true spirit of Christmas. I was quite excited to show them off and Daddy got me all dressed up on Sunday.....but then Mommy was sick! So I stayed home to take care of her (are you sensing a theme about the TRUE family caretaker here?).

Mommy said the best way to take care of her was to sleep a lot

Then it was New Year's Eve. "Finally!" I thought. "I can finally show off some of my new clothes!" So for the THIRD time that week, I got all dressed up....and then Mommy took my brother's temperature.

He had chills, hence the mittens and the hat and the jeans over the pjs and the miserable expression

So we ended up staying at home for a quiet New Year's Eve where no one actually slept. It wasn't very much fun. At this point Mommy and I gave up on ever leaving the house again and resorted to taking Mother-Daughter selfies to show off our Christmas clothes.

We laid low the next couple days. Fortunately, that chair and his new movie came in handy, and my brother lazed about in his brand new monster truck footie pajamas until he felt better.

But as soon as his fever went down, my brother had ANOTHER allergic reaction (apparently he's allergic to the holidays) and felt really bad for a while. He narrowly avoided an ER trip, but managed to weasel all sorts of privileges/special treatments out of Mom and Dad.

At this point we pretty much stopped bothering with clothes. Once Mommy tried to get us all dressed but I spit up all over both of us within 15 minutes, so she just gave up completely and put me back in my pajamas. So my brother got to wear his monster truck pjs 3 days in a row.  

Mom probably should have at least rotated pajamas so that the pictures LOOK different

I got a little tired of my brother getting all the attention, so I decided to steal some of it back with a couple sleepless nights of my own...and I cut a tooth! My theory is that having a low pain tolerance gets you more attention, so that's the route I plan to take.

 Fortunately, we're all back on our feet now (figuratively, anyway. Some of us need to learn how to crawl first). But we are quite glad to have the holidays behind us. And with the cold cold temperatures...I foresee a lot of pajama days in our future! Now that's something to celebrate.