Barry Jezzus

We have taken ourselves to the task of supporting and generally dealing with our daughter's Christmas consciousness. This is technically her 3rd Christmas. First one she was 3 months. Second she was really into the lights anyway. And, she kinda liked the gifts.

This time she is into it. She has had huge buy in since the excitement of her birthday party. So a lot of the Christmas training and information I have supplied has relied on the comparisons to birthdays. Largely the concept of this is Jesus' birthday, and it is special. Jesus' birthday is so huge that everyone gets presents. That's a big deal, eh? She gets that.

She likes to add: And, it's Barry's birthday, too. Now Barry is her Bear. The man. With no bottles or soothers and a daycare to troop off to at age 11 months he was her constant companion. She has a healthy relationship with her main guy and while I secretly resent him at times, whatever. But is Barry Jesus? I think he is actually. Like many kids she loves her guy but she also disparages him at times. She hugs him, faux-nurses him in competition with me, she kisses him... but she also slams him into the floor, she drags him, she casts him away at times in raptures of tantrums. But he loves her. He is love to her.

So she gets it?