While Christmas certainly has its benefits (mood lighting from the tree, alcoholic beverages, drunken family member confessions and/or dancing, JESUS BEING BORN), it is really just full of negative things.
Jeff and I were lucky enough to have a large baby at Christmas this year. So in between the four parties (one of which we hosted), Patrick did what all large babies do when they start climbing but haven't quite figured out the consequences - he got hurt. Not the quick trip or the pinch of finger. I'm talking big hurts, like getting hit in the head with the corner of a stool, burning his gut with my curling iron, and busting his lip on our footboard. Yes, there was BLOOD. I knew I was a mother the instant I saw the BLOOD.
Look back on our pictures though, there must have been some enjoyable parts of the holiday, at least for Patrick.
When my parents asked me what they should get Patrick, my mind drifted back to a time when I would peruse the Pottery Barn Kids catalogue and dream about getting these jumbo sofa chairs for my kids. So, a sofa chair it was!
My mom (pictured) brought over an entire bar to my house for brunch on Christmas Eve, all top shelf. My dad did the mixing and boy-oh-boy were the bloody marys out of this world!
Later that night we all went to my Grandma's, where we've been going since I was an infant. My grandma had five boys, so she's an expert on toy-buying and nearly had a heart attack when I suggested she buy him a lunch box for Christmas. "How the hell is he going to play with a lunch box?" she said.
Christmas morning was a little disappointing. We spent so much money and brought home so much stuff, but it seemed so little when we put it under the tree. Simplicity, I guess...
It didn't matter though. Patrick loved it all, especially his cell phone.
I made an amazing Italian appetizer for our brunch, courtesy of my friend Mary. I will put the recipe at the bottom of this page for you...it's perfect for a get-together,
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| "let me eat in peace, mom" |
Sorry for the cleavage, but I was faking a smile for the picture.
We finished out Christmas Day at my in-laws, who always spoil us. Patrick had an evening snack and made some business calls.
Merry Christmas in January!
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