I knew back in the summer, this Christmas was going to be fun. My oldest daughter is four and still loves the holiday, but my two-year-old is off the charts. To say she loves Christmas is an understatement.
To give you some background, my youngest is very apprehensive. She definitely likes to dip her toe to test the waters and most of the time, it's two or three and sometimes four times before she feels comfortable to do something. I've never seen a kid before mine that recoils at every animal at the zoo. Even the monkeys -- and tell me one person in their right mind who doesn't love those red-bottomed beauties.
The weekend after Thanksgiving, my oldest daughter and I put up the tree, but it was my half-pint who really took a liking to the tree. She literally will pull her fluffy Dora chair less than a foot away from the tree and she sit and stare at it. Better yet, she puts on rubber galoshes along with her footie pajamas and just stands in awe of the lights.
Everything is Christmas to her. The lights, the tinsel, the ornaments -- even jolly ol' Santa is referred to as Christmas.
The only thing that does concern me though is I've caught her sticking the lights up her nose. Nothing says Christmas quite like a blue-nosed two-year-old with a crooked smile and a gleam in her eye.