The holiday season is such a wonderful time of year. I just love holiday decor, twinkling lights, hot cocoas, sitting by a warm fire, and time spent with family and friends. As a kid the wonder and excitement was enough, but now as a mother I love the holidays so much more. I get to experience it in a totally new way and through the eyes of my son. To me it is not about gifts it is the aura of the holiday. Does that even make any sense?
This holiday we’d like to begin a Christmas tradition with decorating the Christmas tree, sipping hot cocoa, and watching Polar Express. Benjamin’s love of trains right now sparked the idea of this tradition when I saw the movie on Netflix. Steve and I have never seen the movie either so in a way it truly is the start of a tradition for all of us. After we decorated the tree we had a warm fire going and the three of us snuggled up on the couch to watch Polar Express. Every now and then Steve and I would look at one another and smile then look at Benjamin who was intently watching and saying “choo choo” as the train appears. We broke the movie into segments over a couple of nights to finish it, but one day he will be old enough to watch it from start to finish and no fast forwarding through intense scenes (there were a few). I can only hope that he will want to continue on with these traditions as he gets older. And maybe, just maybe pass them onto his own children.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Things to remember and be thankful for on our Thanksgiving celebration 2013.
- It was our first Thanksgiving spent as a family of three since we worked last year. Thankful for our sweet family.
- Benjamin ate the entire adult sized plate of sides. We all took bets to see if he would finish it. He did. Thankful for a healthy boy with an appetite like his father’s. (I have a feeling I may not be so thankful for this when he is a teenager).
- I made cranberry apple sauce for the first time and it was devoured. Thankful for OhDearDrea for the simple delicious recipe.
- I also made sweet potato pie for the first time and it turned out pretty good. Next year I will brave my Gramms’ recipe. Steve told me it was the best dessert he has ever eaten. Thankful for a husband with an appetite like his father.
- No one was injured during the annual Turkey Bowl. Thankful that my dad played as QB and not the reciever or this would have ended very differently.
- A delicious meal with plenty of food and spirits. Thankful for a house full of family to share this food. Thankful for a warm home to lay our heads at night.
- A cousin’s love and laughter. Thankful for our sweet children and that they are healthy.
I hope everyone’s holiday was just as warm and delicious. Happy Holidays!
It’s Hanukkah, officially. We spent the first night over Bubbie and Pop Pop’s to celebrate both Hanukkah and Thanksgiving. Benjamin is just starting to get really excited to open presents and enjoys playing with each and every gift. We all got a kick out of his little wails as he hurriedly walked back to the living room carrying his new present to open. I first felt like it was a rip off to celebrate Hanukkah and Thanksgiving together, however, by the end of the evening it all felt perfectly festive just the way it was intended. Benji had so much fun pushing his new Tonka truck all around the house that I had to strip him down to his diaper to cool the little hot box off. We ended the evening watching the monthly video Bubbie makes of Benjamin. Afterwards we dressed Benji in his pajamas and drove home. He was fast asleep before we even made it back, absolutely exhausted. Hanukkah is just beginning and there are more surprises in store. I like that about Hanukkah, it’s not just over in one day. You get to enjoy it as it lasts for a week.
The first picture are toys that Steven played with as a kid and I just love that my mother-in-law kept these treasures. It’s as if she knew her son would have a son. Benjamin played independently for quite some time pushing the little matchbox cars down the track and playing with the little wrestle action figurines. I can see it in my mother-in-laws face as she lovingly watches on. She has her memories as new ones build and I finally get a glimpse of what she has been telling me since she became a grandparent.
A very special thanks to my in-laws for a wonderful celebration and home cooked meal.
After explaining what thanksgiving is all about to Benjamin, I asked him what he is thankful for, his response “buh bo”. Then he asked to put his dumbo costume on.
Almost every year, since I was 16, my family spends one weekend of November in OCMD. I haven’t gone in awhile, but now having Benjamin in my life, I would like him to experience the same traditions I have. I want to watch his excitement in his face, hear the laughter between him and cousins, and feel the tight hugs letting me know he is happy here.
We were pretty busy and stuck to a semi-strict routine which brought some of us cousins to laughter. There were sleep deprived moments that I wished I were in the peace and quiet of my own familiar routine. We are loud, we like to make each other laugh, and Taylor and Benjamin are no different. They were up with the sun and in bed way past their bedtime making this vacation not as relaxing as one would have thought. The loud screeches and giggles were shared between them from the moment they woke up and saw each other to the moment they fell asleep.
As I reflect on this past weekend I hear the echo of their laughter, Taylor singing “I’m so pretty”, the cries from Benjamin when Taylor leaves the room, Benjamin saying “Tayl” for every sticker he pulls off the page to hand her, and of the footsteps running down the hall after one another.
After editing the pictures and looking into the stillness and peace of the pictures I feel so happy and lucky that I get to call these loud, silly, semi-routine obsessed people my family.
We went for a walk in the neighborhood. Benji pushed the lawnmower and I followed close behind. He stopped and waved at every car that drove by and the people in the cars, laughing, waved back. He stopped and waved at a few teenage girls, unpacking the trunk of their car, who laughed and waved back (little flirt).
He walked back home pushing the lawnmower and I following close behind, feeling proud of the happy and friendly son of mine. His happiness is contagious.
This is a beautifully written blog, Today’s Letters. Letters written from husband to wife, wife to husband. Now they are expecting their first baby. I don’t know Emma and Tim, however wanted to share with you their sweet and endearing letters. I find it uplifting and incredibly sweet.
With the dark evenings we have replaced walks in the wagon with story time by the fire (i know I’m obsessed with the fireplace).