I’m sure for Emry’s first Christmas I was more conscious of including her in a multitude of things. Of course I knew she would remember none of them. I also knew she couldn’t do very much at eight months of age. It doesn’t mean we didn’t try…and, naturally, took lots of pictures. Like this one:
Emry and the Christmas lights – 2015
She loved the lights. If I recall correctly, she wandered over to them as I was making sure they worked and just started playing. Knowing her personality today, of course she did. They shimmered! Shimmery Emry.
Two years later, along came Ethan. He played with the lights a lot longer than Emry did, probably for an entirely different reason than they shimmered. Electricity. Power. I haven’t met a member of the male species that isn’t attracted by it.
Ethan and the Christmas lights – 2017
Last year we didn’t let Ellyson play with the Christmas lights. She was only six months old and had just started sitting up on her own. So this year we made sure when we brought out the lights we had her pause in her play for a photo op. It didn’t go at all like we thought it would. For unlike her siblings before her, she had no interest whatsoever in the Christmas lights. No amount of coaxing or over-acting fun on our part helped. This was as good as it got:
Ellyson and the Christmas lights - 2021
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