Baby "Gigi" met Santa yesterday. (Yes, Mom, you will get pictures.) She was very well-behaved throughout. She's getting to be a very sociable child, enjoying large gatherings with minimal fuss. She could also sleep through a riot, I think.
I'm not sure whether to be worried about the fact that our baby will let pretty much anyone hold her. On the plus side, there's no risk of a new acquaintance being offended when the baby starts howling in protest, and we don't have to worry about her being attached to either of us like Velcro in order to maintain peace and harmony. On the down side, we're going to have to teach her to be, shall we say, more discriminating about strangers as she gets older. Once she learns to walk I'll need a lifetime supply of Xanax.
But for tonight, she is still a wee thing safe in her mother's arms. She will attend, for the first time, her paternal grandparents' traditional Christmas Eve party. This annual gathering features Swedish dishes prepared solely for the event, plus my mother-in-law's awesome rice pudding with raspberry sauce. Waistbands, prepare to surrender.