I understand the concept of "traditions" more and more.
I am baking holiday cookies. Last year C was 3 months or so and she sat in her bouncy seat between naps and nursing and watched me bake. This year C is under my feet in the kitchen getting into this or that cupboard, spreading pots and pans on the floor, banging things with wooden spoons, etc. This time next year she will be 27 months. Will she help me? Will she chit chat my ear off? Who knows. But I get it. And I had these brilliant little flashbacks to the tiny baby she was - smiling and giggling her very first giggles as the cookies baked and I sang silly songs to her.
So much love.