Okay, I hear you. It's possible that I'm just trying to easy my less than enthusiastic guilt over being kinda sorta totally ready for the holiday season to be over.
I was diggin' it at Halloween. It was just too much fun.
There were pumpkins and spider webs and creepy lawns. We tricked and treated and did the monster mash.
I think it was sometime in November that I fell off the holiday bandwagon. All those burlap fumes got to my head.
Confession #1: I took the equivalent of zero photos in December. Let's just take a little looksy at the old photo totals, shall we?
Winter 2011: 327 photos
Winter 2012: 451 photos
Winter 2013: 174 photos
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| Maybe there's a lesson here about quality over quantity? That's probably the moral of this tale. It's not really about being an unmotivated slacker. |
Did you hear the trumpets singing that sad song? Like a game show contestant who gets the wrong answer... wah wah wah waaaaahhh.
I might add that this is the entire total of photos taken so far this season, not the ones I've carefully sorted through and can't live without. Yes, it is probably sad that I can't live without 451 photos from last year, but let's be honest, it's costing me nothing besides computer space. Someday someone will love those seemingly ordinary moments of our kids' lives, even if it's just me from the nursing home, okay? Don't be such a Judgey Judgerson, let's focus on the suckitude that is my current situation.
Confession #2: We only did the essentials.
We saw Santa. We baked cookies. We looked for Ellie all over the house. The Christmas cards made it to the mailboxes of loved ones. We drove around in our jammies, hopped up on hot cocoa to look at Christmas lights. Presents were wrapped
I had good intentions, and that all counts for something. The execution of all those intentions just didn't quite come together the way they have in years past. It was a wonderful season, and we are so, so beyond lucky. And also? I'm exhausted.
Confession #3: None of that really mattered when push came to shove.
It took us three hours to open presents, decked out in our messy bed-head hair with Santa jammies. The kids opened a present, insisted on playing with it for 20 minutes before finally consenting to opening another present and lather, rinse, repeat. It was awesome.
The Christmas music was cranked up and Casey and I both drank multiple cups of coffee from my fancy, brand-new Keurig (BEST!PRESENT!EVER!) before we finally sat down for breakfast, only to come back to another round of merry toy-playing in our messy, wrapping-covered living room.
Being a slacker meant nothing at the end of the day.
Casey enjoyed his leaf blower. Leah enjoyed her princess castle, on which Santa delivered as requested. Both kids loved the new train table that is currently replacing our coffee table in the living room. {It's an experiment in social deviance and mom's patience... we'll see if I last until Valentine's day.}
And, best of all... we got another little Christmas surprise, though this one didn't ever make it under the Christmas tree. I'll let the cookies do the talking.
Artwork credit: Casey. I'm not taking the blame for that one...
The only thing that could make the Keurig come in second in my eyes. And, FYI: if you send this picture electronically to your mom in an attempt to tell her your really big news, she will compliment you halfheartedly and ask why you made such a fuss about sending her pictures of cookies without realizing their importance. So just in case you fall into that category, too, beloved reader, let me close instead with this image:
As my sister would say, we have some very grateful uteruses in our family. :)
Hoping your holiday was every ounce as joyful as ours - though, perhaps, full of fewer surprises!
{And, if you please, we're not ready to announce the news on Facebook, though I *think* we're largely out of the miscarriage woods. We'd love to hear from you and appreciate all well-wishes, but not for the world to see... yet!}
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