Claire at Christmas and a few more Claire-isms

Claire LOVED Christmas this year.  The second I told her that Christmas was coming, she reverently asked, "Santa Claus come to our house?"  I had never said anything about Santa to her before.  Her love and interest in the topic of Santa Claus continued through out the season.  We visited Santa three times and talked to him on Skype, and every time, she wasn't the least bit afraid.  She hopped right up on his lap and told him what she wanted ("presents" or "treats.")  I tried to turn a bit of focus to the birth of Jesus, but she wasn't really into it until she got to dress up like Mary for our family home evening Nativity.  Then she wanted to play "Jesus's Mommy" for the next few days.  Every once in a while, she would notice the decorations and say "OH! Look! The door a present, there a Christmas Tree, and A-vent Calendar, and Santa Stocking...'cause it's Christmas Time!"  We bought her lots of presents this year, but we really didn't need to.  She was perfectly happy with the contents of her stocking- especially because it had a juice box!

With Santa and her brother

Random Antecdotes

She has  recently learned the word, Why.  It is a vicious cycle of a word that turns every statement and request into an endless and useless debate.   
One day when I asked her to go get me a spoon.
"One Mommy spoon Come-ing Up!"
(We think this is a variation of a quote from Team UmiZoomi- one of her favourite TV shows.  We also get a lot of "Okay Team!" thanks to this awesome show.)
When we were trying to clean up the living room in our multi-level home.  Daddy kept asking her to take toys down to the play room.  On his third request she said,
"No, Me Fine.  Your turn."
The other way she gets out of doing what she doesn't want to do:
"Me too little fold my arms. Me a little Baby."  
As soon as we take out the camera, she turns her head away. Sometimes she will face the camera if we tell her to stick out her tongue...

So flattering