Christmas Snapshots
Year two entertaining ourselves at home for Christmas day and I have got to figure out how to keep a honey baked ham from drying out. I’m sure Pinterest has a few suggestions, so I’ll be pinning away ham tips for the rest of my life.
Baci and Misha had a particularly lovely Christmas, since they didn’t have to eat dry ham and all. We gave them this remote control mouse thinking it would be a big hit. Instead, Baci was more concerned with protecting the gift bag it came in and slapping Little Stewart far away like a baseball anytime it came near his beloved gift bag. Misha just ran away scared. It was a “why aren’t we recording this?” moment that I am sorry I missed. For your sake, since these things don’t translate as well unless you were there to see it, I’ll move on.
There were mimosas and a half-played Monopoly game and carbs, carbs, so many carbs. It was a lovely little Christmas, but I missed my family and things are silly as an adult. Holidays are different, no? We spent Christmas Eve with my brother and his girlfriend, but then we said goodbyes and Merry Christmas and they were off. Christmas day was slow and perfect. Nothing was rushed, which is a change for two children of divorced families, and we tried to take the holiday in slow motion. Our Christmas day ended late, picking my dad up from the airport near midnight and hearing his adventures from Munich at Christmastime.
We’re doing Christmas number 2 today with goulash and bratwurst and (hopefully) gifts from the forest of edelweiss and cuckoo clocks and such. We’re also drinking beer, naturally. So I must move on this morning and prepare for zweiten Weihnachts.
Here are some little snapshots of our little Christmas, a complete mixture of blurry iphonography and the few moments I took out the big girl camera.
