While dinner was baking, Hamilton pulled up a front-row seat for watching the train go around and around the Christmas tree. When I said dinner was ready, he looked for a second like he might choose watching the train over eating--though I knew he was hungry. But the rumbling belly won. Claire spent the afternoon creating and decorating a journal for herself--and making a big mess on the coffee table that she had to guard once Hamilton awoke from his nap. She's so proud of her cute journal, and she's excitedly begun writing in it already--information and drawings of cats, naturally.
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