Holiday Cheer

So I have been a little radio silent the last month or so…you know with the holidays and all the hustle & bustle and emotions & baggage that come with them.  In addition to all of this, I have been allowing myself to feel some self inflicted pressure to only write about something clever, insightful and/or inspiring… and I am not sure if anything I have had to say is any of those things. But if I continue to wait for any of those things to come to me – I may never write another post.

Baby’s first Christmas has come and gone.  He loved the lights.  We would go outside and watch them blink.  As soon as our artificial tree was up (the first artificial we have ever had) he zombie army crawled to the tree and laid down on his back and looked up through the branches.  I laid down there with him for a little while.  It was a sweet time that I will cherish and he won’t remember.  Then, about thirty seconds after I got up from the moment we spent together looking up through the fake, prelit branches…I realized what a challenge having a tree with a curious and persistent eight month old would be.  I had been told about different gates and barriers we could use to keep him from pulling the tree down on himself and/or gnawing through a string of lights, but opted to use kitchen chairs as a barricade around the tree.  Needless to say it impacted the aesthetics of a Christmas tree.  He also loved to open presents…tearing the paper was VERY exciting – the gifts themselves were neat too 🙂

This weekend is New Year’s Eve and it is our tradition (about seven years running) that my husband’s oldest son spends this holiday with us.  It is our Christmas with him.  We are looking forward to it.  I am dreading the day that he wants to spend that night with his friends.  For now I will embrace paying family board games, making vision boards and cooking dinner and desserts.

2017 is a new year and the familiar phrase is, “what will the new year bring” but  I am trying to push myself to ask “what will I bring to the new year.”  It doesn’t have to be clever, insightful or inspiring…it just has to be real.