I offered her a wooden shaker.
She took it and shook it.
Then she looked around.
The shaker had nothing on that Hello Kitty box.
But the Hello Kitty box was carefully tended by B.
B. couldn't stop laughing:
"The baby touched my box!"
But there was more to explore- more boxes filled with mysterious fabrics and colors.
Like that brown box over there.
So she balanced herself on the box; tried to creep around its corners.
All the hubbub distracted her from the task at hand.
Isla's first Christmas- the one she won't remember.
The one we will never forget because it is the first Christmas we share we her.
