My quest to be a more diligent blogger (and capture all of life’s fleeting moments) is feeling more like a study of inertia – a tendency to do nothing or remain unchanged. W finally fell asleep for nap #2 of the day (something he’s been fighting for weeks) and I couldn’t get to the couch fast enough to have some much anticipated “mommy time.”
And then you ruined it.
Ok, so not you, per say, but the fact that I’d committed (in writing, just two days ago) to writing a post a week. To keeping my focus not on literary perfection, but capturing the hilarious imperfections of life with a toddler. Ugh, sometimes I get really irritated with myself when I move forward on something with such public gusto only to look back and think, Ugh, why did I say I’d do that? I’m so annoying! But the little voice in my head that hates to fail was louder than the volume on the TV (which isn’t hard when it’s nap time and I pretty much have to have the subtitles on to understand ANYTHING that’s happening. But I digress…)
So. Here we are again. Post #2 of the week. That’s the rate at which I’m going to need to crank ’em out and catch up on what’s happened without missing out on posting about what’s happening now. So, I thought, why not make Thursday’s weekly post a dedicated #tbt post to catch up on missed happenings during my 3 month hiatus. I’ll pair it with an Instagram picture. For some reason, that makes this seem easier. I guess I’m just a sucker for a good filter.
Let’s try and start where I left off – Christmas!
My husband and I were SO excited for W’s first Christmas…and slightly overwhelmed with the number of parties and dinners and gatherings that we were schleping him around to. New parents know there is nothing as terrifying as interrupting a baby’s nap. Welp. We had to get over that fast because celebrations were in full swing. There were presents to open. Faces to be stuffed with food. But, as with most things, W took the holiday season in stride and (yet again) proved that most of the time we’re silly to worry. He adjusted perfectly and loved all of the Christmas lights and decorations…and food!
What we were most excited for, though, was Christmas morning. We wondered if W was too young to understand the concept of presents or new toys, and if the wonder of Christmas morning would be lost on him. We’d resolved to only buy W a few new toys and had asked grandparents and relatives to do the same. But, the presents that we did buy, were laid out underneath the tree and unwrapped in hopes that their flashy colors and new-ness would catch his eye.
As soon as we heard him wake up, my husband got the video camera set up in the living room. We all snuggled in our bed while I nursed W (our morning tradition) and it was finally time for the big reveal. I carried W down the stairs in his new pajama’s (with an adorable firetruck on the front). The house was still dark, but the Christmas tree lights glowed and his new toys sat sparkly, shiny and new below it. My husband and I exchanged quick and anticipatory glances…did W understand that these were new toys? That this morning was special?
Yes! He looked under the tree and pointed. Then he looked at my husband. And back at me. As if to ask, “Are these really for me? Are these new toys I can play with?” And without further ado he got right to work pushing his alphabet train around and chasing this little bug that vibrates around and rolls balls around.
It was priceless. As is pretty much everything he does.
We played for about an hour before starting the long day that is Christmas. First, breakfast with my husband’s family and then a 2hour drive to my grandparents house for dinner with my mom’s family. W screamed the whole way home that night and we were ALL ready for bed by day’s end. But, it was still an awesome day. I’ll never forget coming around the corner and seeing the look on his face when he caught sight of his new toys…those are the moments.
And speaking of moments. My solo moments are up. The little guy is awake. Funny thing, though, about Christmas morning and all…it pretty much feels like Christmas morning EVERY morning (and afternoon) when I go into his nursery to find him squealing and giggling with excitement and outstretched arms.