We opened up the Christmas books last night, and I read this one to Larkin before bed. She listened with intensity as the Grinch went about being nasty, and commented several times that he wasn't being very nice.

This morning she searched and searched through all the Christmas books and kept asking, "Where's that Grouch book?"

:)

... The Grouch who stole Christmas ... sounds about right!

Christmas Found

We spent the evening roaming around the mall (along with everyone else in Sacramento) when Larkin spied Santa perched on his comfy couch and posing for photos. She tugged on my hand and said, "Look mom, there's Christmas. There he is."

I laughed and said, "Larkin, that's Santa."

Larkin tugged on my hand again and said, "I want to go see him. I'll tell daddy I found Christmas."