Harper hates Christmas.

As only children and first grandchildren at Christmas usually roll, Harper is living large.  Basking in the glow of 9 million new toys that she loves, there were ..and I guess always will be.. a few fails. 

Santa did the worst job. He brought Harper two things she totally hates:

Meet Harper's Arch Enemy: Original Tickle-Me-Elmo.  The mere sight of him sends her running to the other end of the house.

 

 

 

Farm Animal Sounds Puzzle straight from Hell.  Even after I took the batteries out and disabled the terror, the wounds are too deep. ..Maybe in a few months.

Although it was touch-and-go for the first few days, she finally warmed to:

Violet the Dog (since Violet knows Harper's name, she's tentatively in the circle of trust)

 

 

 

 

Our great friends gave Harper the most popular and sought-after toy of the Christmas season:  

The Singamajig, which I find unbelievably cute.  Unfortunately, Harper thinks it cries instead of sings, soo... just one syllable of his festive rendition of "This Little Light of Mine" will collapse Harper into a puddle of tears.

And because she absolutely loved the majority of her spoils, I would be remiss in not mentioning the top three most-loved. The grandparents (the aged Santas) came strong, delivering all three of her very favorites:

It's a REAL grocery cart, just smaller. She loves it beyond measure. She puts her baby in the front, browses the cabinets for groceries and strolls yells and runs all over the house.

Although latch #2 causes a sad little breakdown every now and then, this Melissa & Doug latch board will keep us busy for more than 15 minutes, which equals hours in baby time.

Meet Harper's new BFF - Dancing Mickey. Just like H, he has boundless energy and his mouth opens frequently in realistic song, which, when she can catch him, Harper rewards with cheese crackers.