A Baby's First Xmas: A Photo Essay

Of course it was meaningless to her--as, well, frankly, it still is to me, bar the presents--but it was fun nonetheless to break out the digital Leica and capture the following moments:

We had just arrived at Fia's grandmother's house, fresh from a 6.5 hour drive. Someone was bowled over by the sight of a tree in the house.

Fia got to play with her equally weirdly named cousin, Siri (short for Sigrid). They were born 13 days apart. You could almost say they're identical cousins. Fia's the polite one with the faux Irish brogue.

Siri's the boisterous one who looks like she's on her third drink.

There were plenty of presents but none held the enchantment of seeing a cat for the first time.

Or of--okay, I was trying to come up with something funny but I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't sound syrupy in conjunction with this picture. I just wanted to post it because I like it. It's totally cheesy madonna-child imagery crap but--I like it. Anyway, I hope you and yours had a good Xmas-slash-Hanukkah-slash-Solstice-slash-whatever you celebrated (even if it was only a few days off work).