It’s Friday! High-five.
After taking a week off from blogging (which was more a function of being all consumed with caring for my sick kiddos than some deliberate blog-break), I am back and am making my way through holiday stories that I wanted to share with y’all. I hope it is ok that I am just now getting to Christmas stuffs.
And with that…I’ve got to tell you,
I was so proud of my girls this Christmas.
(Before I go on, let me say that I am fully aware there will be some years where the kids are sick or tantrum-y or something…but this year wasn’t it. And why not take a win when you can.)
We had 3 days of Christmas. 4 different parties.
That is a lot of celebration for anyone, (particularly for 2 under 2),
but Z + Fee were absolute dolls.
I mean, they were great.
Felix gladly got passed around from one family member to the next
And Hazel was an absolute character.
She helped hand out the gifts stashed under the tree.
she dined around the table with all of the adults
and (most impressive maybe) she gave every party guest a kiss hello
and goodbye. No small feat considering we were with 50+ relatives on Christmas Eve.
Hazel can’t yet tell stories but that doesn’t mean she didn’t have full-blown conversations all night long. She bounced from group to group chatting and watching…but she probably spent the most time with my group of 12ish year old boy cousins. She thought they were cool. It was incredible to see my baby girl be so…what’s the word…engaged.
I can’t take much credit for their cheery dispositions, but I don’t think it hurt that Simon and I made a concerted effort to maintain a low-stress tone in our home this party season -
like we made the choice to keep our shit together.
And dudes, it worked.
We were on our game, organizationally speaking. By having the presents loaded/diaper bag packed/outfits ironed and laid out (with coordinating hairbows) ahead of time, it made for very smooth go-times - which helped start things out on the right foot.
Not bad parenting, right there…eh?
It was a very merry first Christmas as a family of four.
They might not remember it, but I won’t forget it.
(And Having said all of that…
we still couldn’t get a a family portrait with us all looking at the camera :)