Practice, practice

Arielle's shyness gives way to acceptance of family and gifts. Familiar shapes of blocks start the process of play and exploration. "Daddy never lets me rip paper, I like you." And the art of opening resumes.

Open?

Paper and ribbons shin with colors but the good little girl only looks on with a grin on her face. Arielle has yet to master the fine art of opening gifts. Boxes from California flood the floor of paper as mother helps to uncover the mistory. Music rings throughout and Arielle dances.

The first

As the sun fights it's lazy winter way above our towering pines to begin Arielle's first Christmas the girls share some "O's" for breakfast.