KP - I was there when your mom announced that she was expecting. I was there after you were born - I held you in my arms. I remember when you farted so hard in your sleep that you woke up crying and scared. One day, we propped you up on your hands and knees. You looked at us frozen with confusion, but a few days later you started crawling. We still take credit for teaching you how to crawl. On your second birthday you fell asleep before it was time to eat cake, and slept as we sang happy birthday to you. I saw the videos of your temper tantrums - screaming and crying, peeking up to see if anyone was watching. I truly hope your mom still has them; those are priceless.
Somewhere along the way, you grew up. You’re no longer a baby or a toddler. You’re a big girl now. You’re a big sister. I’m always so proud when I see a photo of you with your arms around little J, who himself seems to be growing at an alarming pace. You’re a big girl, with big girl thoughts, dreams, and desires. Soon, you’ll be heading into your pre-teens but for now, I will cherish the little gems that your mom shares with me. Today, I read your letter to Santa. Such a big little girly girl you are - it makes me chuckle.
Some cute Christmas decorations up at the studio. They had a party on Saturday but sadly I was out of town and missed out on all the fun.
Christmas in DNS-land.
“Re-do. Spencer is too white.” - LR
“It’s a joke pillow that you make people sit on” - TOK
“There are three teams? I thought there were only two!” - TI
“… happy birthday, dear mmm-bleh-bleh, happy birthday to you!” - Group, in the most awkward happy birthday song ever.
”How come you can barely see the glass I’m holding? No really, I’m holding a glass…” - SP
The Village at @MammothMountain last season, Christmas tree weighed down by snow. It was a good time indeed.
