I’ve had the Christmas decorations out and the trees decorated for a few weeks now. It feels a little extra special this year because finally everything is settled and we’re not preoccupied with some other huge thing. In 2011
we closed on our house 2 weeks before Christmas, 2012 = 2 months away from throwing a complete DIY wedding
and fa-reaking out, and last year Cooper was only (almost) 2 months old and I was too busy making googly eyes to even care what day it was. This year it feels like we can finally stop and enjoy it. Usually Corey does a little whining and won’t drag anything out until December 1st, but he must feel it to because I didn’t hear a peep (until he had to get on the ladder and string lights anyways)! I can’t wait to hand him a wrapped present and watch what he does with it. Probably just put it in his mouth, but oh that drool soaked wrapping paper! I promise I’ll only keep a little…
(Cooper’s stocking from last year got ruined and my mom is giving me the one I always used to give to him. This is his understudy stocking. He’s doing a fine job)
So yes, even though last year was his first actual Christmas, this is the first real
Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays and I still enjoy nothing more than putting on my holiday Pj’s and snuggling up with The Santa Claus (yes, the Tim Allen movie. It’s my favorite). We’re taking Cooper to see the lighting of the tree this weekend in Davie and to see Santa next week. I think I’ve been looking forward to this moment my whole life. My baby on Santa’s lap! He’ll probably cry, but have you checked out the #fpbadsanta tag on instagram yet? So funny. A little sad, but mostly hilarious.
I was worried about putting up the big tree and what Cooper would do because even though he may still not be walking, he is on the move and pulling up on anything and I would have to move him 53248 times a day annnnddd all my ornaments are glass. No thanks. Frustration is not a good look for me. So, I picked up this little beauty at the Goodwill for $12! I saw her and didn’t think I’d like her (I’m not usually a colored christmas lights girl) but when I plugged her in and saw her all lit up, I knew she was coming home with me. It seems like the cool thing to do is name your tree, so I’ll call Estelle. She’s a vintage beauty all decked out in her jewels, she’s seen a lot in her day and no one is really sure how old she is because it’s so rude to ask. Even though she’s small, she’s a feisty one.
And now that we’ve got that out of our systems….
We stopped by the bookstore this week to drop off more wreaths, torture Catsby, and to try and get a Christmas picture. Almost every picture I have of him lately is blurry or he’s not looking so I didn’t have high hopes but we did manage to snag a few cute ones:
This is the same wagon from last year’s picture.
I like to do a lot of side-by-side comparisons, if you couldn’t tell.
Here’s to December. I like you a lot!