Now that Thanksgiving has passed, we are in full Christmas mode: music, decorations, stories, lights. Lincoln is getting really excited. I told him today that only good boys get presents for Christmas and then I asked him if he's a good boy or a bad boy. He replied, "I'm a good boy. But sometimes I'm bad." He's also learning the Christmas story. With all of his other books he has them memorized and I'm guessing it will only be a couple more days until he has the whole thing in his little mind.
He's been helping to decorate our Christmas tree. Speaking of our Christmas tree, we went to Herritage Farm in Peninsula to cut down our own tree on Saturday. It was freezing, but Lincoln was a trooper and Lydia slept the whole time in the Baby Bjorn. Lincoln took the tape measure to measure the trees. He had gotten out of the tape measuring routine for a while, but he's been back in the groove of measuring lots of things lately. Whenever we ask him how big something is, he says, "Five and a half inches." Seriously, everything is 5.5 inches, including our tree.
Lydia has actually started to show some degree of consistency with her overnight sleeping patterns. We'll see how long it lasts, but right now when Jenn feeds her at 8:45 and then puts her to bed, she doesn't get us up until 3:30ish. That's a big step. She's also starting to smile more, but not with any predictability.
One of the biggest areas of excitement now is the concept of Christmas lights. Lincoln get's totally pumped up when he sees houses decorated, so this evening we took a short walk down our street before bed-time to see what things look like after dark.