Noah had a bunch of "firsts" this holiday season. He touched snow and met Santa Claus, although as you can see in the picture, it wasn't an amicable encounter. Grandma Weida was visiting here on the island and Noah loved spending quality time with her while Jerrod and I worked. They would swing, tap on the pots and pans, and read books all day. His top teeth started coming through and he has pulling himself up on things and attempting to walk already- amazes us every day.
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| First sight of a Christmas tree |
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| In the midst of packing, Noah decides to climb in the suitcase. |
During the holidays, Jerrod, myself, and Noah (his third flight) traveled to Pennsylvania. This trip was quite a special one as Noah was baptized on December 23rd with his cousin Julia. Both the babies were on their best behavior and didn't cry one peep. Noah gave Pastor an interesting glance up when he was being blessed with the water. If he would've spoke, I'm sure it would've went something along the lines of "hey, watch the hair pal." Your Godmothers are Aunts Lauren and Brooke and your Godfather is Uncle Dan.
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