Generally, I’m on top of Christmas prep. Like I used to be one of those ‘annoying’ people who have their Christmas shopping done by Thanksgiving and their cards sent out shortly afterward. (Although, at the time, I would have preferred to switch out the word ‘annoying’ for ‘organized’). After all, we Type-A peeps are quite proud of our management skills.
Then I became a mom…
November had been absolutely insane, in my defense. I hosted two birthday parties for Brady. Baked for a cake smash photo shoot. Baked for Thanksgiving…and Nate’s birthday. And then prepared for four upcoming Christmas parties as well as a Christmas service at my church.
The idea of finding matching scarves or a cute backdrop for a Christmas card photo shoot (as I had planned) just stressed me out, instead of being the fun family activity that I had planned on it being. So I scrapped the idea (just for this year) and picked up boxed Christmas cards…which never made it into the mailbox. I did, however, manage to decorate a Christmas tree, buy and wrap presents for my family and close friends, and watch a handful of my very favorite holiday movies.
And I can’t help but think that we should celebrate the little victories. Am I right?
After all, isn’t it so easy to get caught up in the commercialism and to lose sight of what Christmas is all about?
(Yes, I’m still trying to make myself feel better… But – hey – I think it’s working, so I’m not going to stop)! 🙂
Unfortunately, when Christmas Eve rolled around, I realized that I was getting sick with a cold; but I had already committed to bake 30 cupcakes, two batches of cheesecake squares, two broccoli cheese pies, and a salad. (If there’s one thing that I’ve yet to cut back on, even as a mom, it’s baking for special events. It’s a part of me that I cherish and refuse to give up). Soooo I was up at 5am that morning and cooked the day away while Nate watched the little guy. That’s a normal Christmas Eve for me, but it was the first time I had done it during the beginning stages of a cold.
Let’s just say that I was a lot more absentminded. But everything turned out great in the end. (Or at least no one was rude enough to tell me otherwise). 😉
Sometime that afternoon, I succumbed to the realization that I had to let my Type-A personality go for the holiday. And I kind of just went with it…
Honestly, this family picture from Christmas morning says it all. I’m wearing a plaid shirt and reindeer antlers (which are perfect accessories for Christmas , so please don’t judge). 😉 Nate is wearing his striped Henley. And Brady is wearing a sweartshirt and sweatpants (when I had bought him an absolutely adorable Christmas outfit just for Christmas).
Comfy was in for Christmas, and I told Nate, “Let this be the Christmas that we were comfy, because I wasn’t feeling well. There will be other holidays for dressing up.”
(Nate basically called it a Christmas miracle).
The family party on Christmas Eve (spent with my parents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and Pepere) was an absolute blast! Apparently it was a full moon that night, but trust me when I say that my family doesn’t need a full moon in order to get loud and hysterical. Good times, for sure!
Christmas morning was ultra special this year. I’m not sure why, except for maybe it was because Brady was old enough to participate. One of my favorite moments was when my dad read the Christmas story. For just being one years old, Brady did such a good job listening intently.
For unto us a child is born…
And, much to my disbelief, the temps reached 60 degrees, so my family was able to go for a Christmas morning walk after breakfast. Normally I hope for a white Christmas, but this was pretty amazing. (Brady even got to wear brand new sneakers from his Uncle Matty. They’re New Balance and way nicer than anything I would have been able to buy him). 😉
It’s funny, really. Because even though I had a cold and maybe was more unorganized than I’d like to be, this will go down as one of my favorite Christmas’s. 🙂