Alright, let’s just get it out in the open. We cheated. But only because the recipe (which we doubled) only made enough gingerbread dough for the front and roof of our building. And since we were out of molasses we decided to build the rest of the thing with cardboard. Not as tasty, but much easier to work with.
Apparently we managed to show some restraint yesterday as we celebrated Christmas all by ourselves for the first time. We only took 103 pictures of our children opening presents. It was really and truly the best Christmas ever. Simon seems to be too young to be greedy, and he really got into the spirit of giving. He was up until 11:00 telling us, “Oliver needs this,” as he unloaded about half of his toys onto his little brother throughout the day. We loved every second of it. Well, the “Oliver needs this” got old after about half an hour, but we were still thrilled with the way things played out. Everything is so new to Simon that he had no expectations and was excited about opening presents, but not so excited that he was impatient. He loved helping everyone open their gifts and had no problem stopping to read a story in the middle of the unwrapping. We took our time, took pictures, and patted ourselves on the back for a job well done.
Originally wanted to do a nice Christmas dinner, but we decided it wasn’t worth it to bake a ham or something for the 2.5 of us who eat, so we made some fantastic pizzas and called it good. Easy. Tasty. No stress. Just the holiday spirit filling our little home. I’m still savoring it.
*Sigh* I love our family. (Falls back into the easy chair, eyes closed, arms spread wide.)
Yesterday was sunny and cold, so we put on our happy faces (yes, Oliver too), buried ourselves in layers and layers of clothing, then piled some blankets on the stroller and headed out to The City.
The goal: see the sights while they were there to see and partake of the Christmas spirit as it exists in Manhattan.
Our first stop was the Macy’s on 34th Street, where the window displays tell the story of “Miracle on 34th Street,” oddly enough. Simon was napping in the stroller at that point, so it really wasn’t too exciting.
But he woke up by the time we made it to Lord and Taylor’s, and I had a great time trying to get him excited about finding the little dogs in the window displays. (Note: you don’t take 2-year-olds to see the window displays because they think it is cool. You take them because you love to think that they think it is cool.)
We had a little bit of gingerbread house envy here . . . ours is in the making, but may not be done until sometime next week. Sigh.
Sidenote #2: It was while Micah was out to hunt us down some grub and the boys and I were warming up in Rockefeller Center that I had my first “Oh my goodness, he was just here a second ago, where could he have gone?!?!” moment as a mother. (Insert panicked thoughts and racing heart here.) I was seriously seconds away from finding a security guard, but I scanned the crowded food court-ish area one more time and saw Simon’s little brown-checked hat peaking up from behind a chair. He was staring at a baby in a stroller. As if we didn’t have a baby to stare at already. Sheesh. He nearly gave me a heart attack.
But where were we? Oh, yeah. Window displays. After the tree we had 8 more streets to walk until we hit Bergdorf Goodman. The whole way there Simon kept telling us that he made all the buildings. We assured him that the citizens of New York City were very grateful for his services (and wondered where on earth he got that from). Then we reached our destination and were all rendered speechless. Bergdorf Goodman was . . . inspirational. They did a Lewis Carroll theme and they did it well. Possible Halloween costumes began brewing in our brains and I think we have some good ideas.
Unfortunately, the glare on the windows prevented us from taking any good pictures. So sad. And after we finished at Bergdorf Goodman, our minds were sufficiently blown (and our toes sufficiently cold) that we decided Barney’s and Bloomingdale’s probably weren’t worth the trek. (We had to walk by them anyway to get to the train station, so we glanced a the displays and our suspicions were confirmed: Bergdorf Goodman put them to shame.)
Oh, and Simon says, “Merry Christmas.” Can’t you see it in his eyes?
He is an independent soul. I love this kid.
I’ve had a request for more pictures of this guywho as of today weighs 12 lbs. 4 oz. (44th percentile), is 23 inches tall (31st percentile), and except for a clogged tear duct and a lingering belly button issue is “a perfect baby,” according to his pediatrician. I couldn’t agree more.
Except that he also got two shots today and he’s been screaming his lungs sore if we put him down or move him or shift positions. Or breathe too loudly. But other than that, perfect.
We finally topped off Lizzie’s NYU gift card that she won last year by buying a couple of iTunes gift cards. And, rather than follow the true spirit of the holidays by giving them away to those we love, we are going to hoard them and buy ourselves some nice Christmas music for this year and years to come. So far our collection is a combination of MoTab albumns, very random pirated music from my sketchier, pre-Lizzie days, some iTunes Store free downloads, and a nice mixed-tape album from a coworker. So once again, we are asking you to make our decisions for us.
If you had a couple thousand pennies to spend on holiday tunes, what would you get? What do you have that you would recommend? What do wish you had? What should we avoid? We know that you all are much more musically inclined then we are so we would love your advice.