It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Who could ask for anything more?  Every late November we get a double shot espresso of T-gives and Laura's Birth Event.  Though, I must say, having now participated in a single birth myself, my perspective on birthdays is a little different.  I mean, yes, it's a celebration of someone and their individuality, and that's fine.  But, who should we really be celebrating?  If we value that individual at all, we should be celebrating all the momma's out there in the world.  Yup, every person't birthday should be a celebration of their mothers.  After all, they're the one's who did all the work, who suffered, and sacrificed.  Laura's birthday?  Thanks Dee, You Rock! (you too honey, hope you like the diamonds)
So we had thanksgiving up at dad's joint, which was great, and then made the snowy drive up to boulder the next day for laura's birthday.  it was great.

Sienna's first high chair experience.  We had to stuff her seat
with pillows to take up the extra space, but she was psyched
because she had all these fun kitchen toys to play with.

I don't know about this tea ball...

Got it!

 In case you were wondering, this is sorta what it's like to be sienna.  probably what it's like to be any baby.  the world looks at you.  I wonder if a hundred years ago that tuft of hair in the foreground was gray or white.  Maybe it still should be (though, then the looks in the background may have to be a little less, well, patronizing, or, maybe, enthusiastic.  If I made that face to my elderly patients in the ER they would think I were on drugs):


the world according to sienna

 I should point out that the above commentary was directed at how fixated our culture has become on youth.  I fully submit that  I am victim to this fascination, thus the blog, but will maintain my hypocrisy and say we need to share some of that respect with our elders (laura's proofreading insisted on this clarifier).  Mom, next year I'm starting a blog about you...