Chloe car bye go

I told him that we were going to go see his friend Chloe tonight. By late afternoon, he couldn't stop saying her name. "Chloe?" he'd ask repeatedly, as in 'when are we going to see her?'. I explained to him that we had to get in the car to go see her, and he took to standing by the door and saying "Chloe car bye go." We got ready as quickly as we could to comply with his request. He fell asleep on the way to their house, and when we woke him up in the driveway, his first word upon waking was a mumbled "Chloe?".

He was thrilled to see her and she was equally thrilled to see him. They played very nicely together with only a minimum of pushing and one toy snatch (and that was just Dennis). We had gathered to watch some Christmas programs, one of them being the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. The kids loved the Rockettes, and when they came on, Dennis stood in front of the screen, dancing his little heart out. Not to be outdone, Chloe took center stage and began dancing and twirling around and around. There was much giggling and even more smiling, and there were periods of dancing interspersed with periods of strewing the toys all about the house. It was a real toddler festival of fun. They each ate over one entire piece of pizza (with gusto), almost as if they knew they'd need the fuel for all the hard playing that was to come. We adults enjoyed their show as much as the one on the television.

It's always wonderful getting together with friends, especially during the holidays. Dennis loves his Chloe time and asks for her often. And I know he'll enjoy all the time he'll have to play with his cousins when we fly to Washington next weekend. With the new baggage regulations, I'm constantly revising my in-my-head packing list, trying to get it down to the bare minimum. Our trip pictures will probably feature a good many repeat clothing choices!

Dennis is feeling better and better, and I have been doing my best to stay well myself. Colds are so miserable, and it seems like I just got over one and now another is threatening. Surely one day we will find a cure or a preventive vaccine. I have washed my hands so often that my skin is beyond chapped! Although I suppose if I'm going to come down with it, I'd prefer now rather than right before flying. Oh, if we can just stay well til Christmas!