Amelia's doing great. She's at the age where she repeats (or tries to repeat) what we say. We took her to see Santa a couple of weeks ago, and because I'm such an awesome mom I was kind of hoping we'd get the obligatory screaming child Santa photo. She sure seemed on her way to making that wish a reality. She clung to me as tightly as she could - her little arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers digging into my back. She even managed to wrap her legs completely around me in an attempt to interlock them when I tried to give her to Santa. Santa just sat there, probably hoping we'd give up and walk away. I managed to free myself and put my close-to-a-meltdown 17-month-old daughter on Santa's lap. She was not havin' it. But then the photographer produced a Goofy stuffed animal and waved it in Amelia's face. This is what we got:
Thanks a lot, Goofy. Here's hoping next year I get my screaming child photo.
(I really do love this photo)