Fa la la la la

Oh, Christmas, how I simultaneously love you and am exhausted by you. I can’t even imagine how the exhaustion is going to multiply when there is another child to shop for, another Christmas program to attend and make cookies for, another person relying on me to create the magic of Christmas for them. But I’m sure I’ll love every minute of it.

It’s amazing how different preparing for a second child is. And how much less I worry about having the perfect nursery (good thing, since there won’t be a nursery!), having every tiny outfit and wash cloth and blanket washed and folded, etc. I know I still have time – March is a good way’s away – but I know that after Christmas is over it will sneak up on me quickly. And I’m not that worried about it. They don’t need very much in the beginning. The biggest thing I need to do is nail down child care. But I really don’t wanna. So I’m waiting until after Christmas to worry about that too.

Our Christmas pictures turned out really well! Here is a sample for your viewing enjoyment. When he saw the one of us outside where I’m turned to the side, my husband’s reaction was “Look at your belly!” Like he somehow missed how big it was until he saw that picture. What can I say? I grow giant children. They need space.








We have yet to secure a picture of Cash and Santa. We went to the Transportation Museum’s big holiday thing last weekend, but the Santa there was, let’s say, less than jolly, and Cash was already in a bad mood because some kid tried to take a train out of his hands at the train table in the gift shop, so he refused to go near him. When Santa offered him a monster truck toy (donated by my company) Cash said, “Um, I think I already have that one.” Poor Santa. We’ll try again tomorrow. Cash’s school Christmas program is in the morning and in the afternoon my company is having pictures with Santa in our office so maybe he’ll like our Santa better.

My mom has been making good progress. It is not looking like she’ll be home for Christmas, which sucks in a major way, but she is at least getting stronger and healthier. Charlie has been a big motivator for her because she really wants to be at the hospital when he is born, so we’re trying to milk that for all its worth to get her to work hard at her physical therapy. So in addition to every other house we have to visit on Christmas day, I will be heading to the hospital to see my Mom. Let’s just not think about that right now.

Happy Festivus!