Baby Yatsko here... Lately I've been giving Mom some subtle hints that my arrival is just around the corner.
Of course, you know that led to frantic list making and contingency planning! Today, she decided that we'd better head downtown to a certain special mailbox to make sure my big brother's list got mailed out to ol' Saint Nick in time.
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Here's my bro all ready to head out with his list. |
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There were all kinds of cool things to see downtown. We stopped to look at the birthday boy, Jesus. He was in a manger with his Mom and Dad right there with him. I hope I don't have to sleep in straw when I'm born! |
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Dad dropped Mom, Cole and I off and just drove circles around us while we took in all the sights. What a nice chaffeur he is. We found the special mailbox and headed straight over with our very important letter. |
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There it went! Straight off to the North Pole. |
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Then we found these funny looking things. Cole is so smart, he knew they were Reindeer right away. He pushed right up to the front and yelled "Hey Lady! Can I touch them?!" Fearless! |
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He got to pet her! The reindeer jerked her head up as soon as my big bro touched her. It was pretty intense. |
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We all stopped to admire the giant, beautiful Christmas Tree. We think Daddy should build one just like it at our house! |
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And, then we came home. I just wanted to include this picture because it's hilarious AND because it shows you exactly why we have a Momparazzi and not a Dadparazzi :) Thanks for taking us downtown Dad! |
And just a little hello from me.
See you all very soon!
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