Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Baby's First Christmas
I really wanted Finn to have a perfect first Christmas. Honestly. Nevermind that he was 3 months old and had just discovered that he had hands. Parents should make it spectacular, right? Well, I had just started back to work and was still trying to figure out how to get him fed and dressed and happy every morning, how to function like an adult again at the office, and how to manage to take a shower every single day. Decorating my house for Christmas was pretty low on the list.
In the past, I always put up my big tree in the formal living room and the little 4' tree in the den. Lights and garland on the bannisters and the mantle. Knick Knacks on every surface. Heck, I even burned Evergreen candles. This year the 4' tree went up in the den. Only the tree--luckily it was prelit. No ornaments, no garland, no star on top, no knick knacks, no Evergreen candles. Finn was having a Charlie Brown Christmas.
I started to feel really guilty, but Finn loved that little tree with no ornaments. He had a wonderful Christmas with my family in London and Jason's family at our house. I finally came to terms with my poor showing. This was my training year. He didn't know any better and I couldn't do any better-- not this year. But next year, just wait! I'm dragging every bell and whistle out. Finn won't know what hit him.
Oh, I forgot. There was one ornament on my little tree this year...Baby's First Christmas.
In the past, I always put up my big tree in the formal living room and the little 4' tree in the den. Lights and garland on the bannisters and the mantle. Knick Knacks on every surface. Heck, I even burned Evergreen candles. This year the 4' tree went up in the den. Only the tree--luckily it was prelit. No ornaments, no garland, no star on top, no knick knacks, no Evergreen candles. Finn was having a Charlie Brown Christmas.
I started to feel really guilty, but Finn loved that little tree with no ornaments. He had a wonderful Christmas with my family in London and Jason's family at our house. I finally came to terms with my poor showing. This was my training year. He didn't know any better and I couldn't do any better-- not this year. But next year, just wait! I'm dragging every bell and whistle out. Finn won't know what hit him.
Oh, I forgot. There was one ornament on my little tree this year...Baby's First Christmas.
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