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Originally uploaded by ..Sally..

Preparing to celebrate her third Christmas, Francis has developed a new attitude about Santa. She used to hate him. Now she tolerates him enough to sit on him and tell him what she wants for Christmas. She climbed into his lap, looked into his eyes (how they twinkled), and said “I want a talking head.” Santa’s belly shook (like a bowlful of jelly) as he chuckled, “ho, ho, ho; that’s nice, dear.”

I wonder if Francis was the only little girl who asked him for a disembodied head this year. She was referring to a novelty item she saw at a friends’ Halloween party: a fortune teller’s head inside a crystal ball. The head would come alive and speak when someone touched the ball, and it made an impression on Francis.

George is Santa-neutral so far.

Singing her song with her class
Originally uploaded by ..Sally...

Tonight we attended our first school program – I can’t believe I’m old enough to be doing this. I’m officially one of the crazy parents taking photos of their kids…and lovin’ every minute of it.

Francis was adorable. She leaned on the railing up on the alter area and swung her feet out from under herself, looked around and took it all in. You would occassionally see her singing a few lines, but mostly she just enjoyed the view.

This morning as we hurried to the car to get to school on time, I told Francis to “watch out for poo poo” as she walked through our tiny little patch of grass we call a back yard. Because little people walk so darn slow, I hurried to the garage with George and was strapping him in his carseat when I heard this from the back yard:

step, stomp, step, stomp
(Francis going down the deck stairs and talking to herself)

“I’m not going to step in the poo poo. Because poo poo is yucky.”

step, step

“There’s some poo poo! I’m not gonna step in it.”

(Then upon seeing some old dried up poo)

“Mom, is that poo poo? That’s not poo poo. That looks like rocks. Mom! Scoutie poo poo’d ROCKS!”