If you were 9 months old, would you understand why your dad dragged into the living room a big green thing and started pouring water on it? Would you understand why your mom arranged little people, farm animals and a baby on the table out of your reach even though they look like toys? And what's with the big boxes scattered on the floor?
We've been asked if Elise enjoyed Christmas. I suppose. She was in good spirits and dealt well with the 17 people she saw in one day. She decided that gift bows taste pretty good, too.
Christmas should be even more enjoyable next year, when Elise figures out that some of the boxes under the big green thing are for her.
I guess we could have just wrapped up some ribbon for her.
Elise, Grandpa Winter and the, uhm, gosh-darned prettiest ornament to adorn a Christmas tree.
Reading a new book from G and G Wente.
At the Winter Christmas.
The sock monkey that family friend Jane made for Elise was an instant hit.
Sock monkey-mauling is a sign of affection. 
I can't figure out why Elise always is the only one who listens when I say, "Now, look away from the camera."
I'm not sure what this was all about.
Getting reacquainted with Great Grandma Winter.
Bumper sticker: "At least my kid can find her way out of a paper bag."
I look like I've never held this girl before.
I guess we could have just wrapped up a remote control for her.
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