Who 'dat chasin' the cat?

On Christmas day Grace decided to join Athena under the tree.
I notice the tree swaying a bit and wondered what it was.

By the looks of things, do you think she's enjoying herself under there?
A little too much.

Yes, people, she climbed under the tree with her peanut butter sandwich.
I got this shot just as she was squeezing out from under the tree.
Notice the dripping peanut butter?
Silly little thing!!

That would be my Grace. Grace is very fond of Athena, our cat. She loves to hold her, chase her, push her down the stairs, read stories to her. It's hilarious to see the things she does to the poor Athena.
Grace NEVER stops. She is constantly going, going, going. I love her for it. As I was putting her down for her nap, already sleeping, I noticed her tiny little hands were in fist, like an infant holds their hands. My heart ached. Grace is my last. I hope she takes her time to grow up. But as life goes with her, she'll probably grow up faster then any of my other children. I took in that little moment, with my baby. Looking at her small pudgy cheeks, full lips, closed eyes and hoped it wouldn't be too hard to watch her grow up.