My first Christmas
My first Christmas was a BLAST...except for the whole ear infection and bronchiolitis thing. Mom was all hyped up about it and daddy told her that I just sounded like Darth Vader. Apparently, not the right thing to say to Mommy on Christmas day. I went to the doctor's first thing in the morning the next day and I had to be hooked up to this scary machine. I was NOT happy! I felt much better about a week later but here are some pictures of the happier Christmas moments!
Grandma Wulff made me a stocking for Santa to fill
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