It Has Begun
Gifts have been bought, parties have been planned, Pandora radio is playing Andy Williams’ finest: Internet, it’s the holidays up in this bitch.
First picture with Santa: PROCURED.* And now that it’s done, I can freely confess that it kind of skeeves me out to see Sadie sitting on some weird old dude’s lap. GET YOUR HAND OFF HER LEG, YOU PERV!
I hope you had a fan-fucking-tastic Thanksgiving holiday, Internet, because we sure did. Three cheers for ignoring deep-seated family dysfunction!
HIP HIP I HATE YOU!
Yes, I was very thankful that we were all willing and able to put aside our differences for the sake of stuffing ourselves silly and spending time with the shorties – one of whom turned a very messy and sugar-infused ONE YEAR OLD.
Highlights of the weekend included watching Sadie enjoy the shit out of some Thanksgiving dinner (pumpkin pie took a little getting used to, as the first bite was immediately squirted out all over my shirt), and lots of lounging around in pajamas.
The only truly sucky part of the weekend was the random teething episode that seemed to crop up on Friday evening into Saturday. I can see another bottom tooth poking through (and strongly suspect something on the top left as well), and these pearly whites are apparently a whole hell of a lot more painful than the first round. We have a continual runny nose, OCEANS of drool, and the occasional, completely random unleashing of a sound that resembles something between a parrot being murdered and the Wilhelm scream.
Sadie also demonstrated some highly clingy behavior towards me this weekend – probably a result of feeling kind of crummy and being in unfamiliar surroundings – and while this warms my heart to no end, it also means that most of my photos from the trip look like this:
But now it’s December! The month in which I turn Old and drink bourbon and eggnog! I can’t help but be happy about that. Another thing I’m happy about: I haven’t heard the world’s most horrific holiday song yet this year. NOT EVEN ONCE! But what I did hear (and see) was this awesome animated version of Patton Oswalt explaining to the world why The Christmas Shoes is a blight on humanity. Internet, I laughed so hard when I watched this video that I nearly met Jesus that night.
We have already started making some of our holiday purchases, and every year I have to admit I have a fleeting moment in which I get pretty fucking Scroogey about it. When you step back and think about it, it’s so fucking stupid to go spending hundreds of dollars on gifts people probably won’t even use or enjoy. Bah. BAH, I say! But then I get all caught up in the music and the lights and the cookies and the decorations, and there’s always that ONE perfect gift that’s sure to elicit shrieks of joy from the lucky recipient…
…and when I start thinking of the holidays in those terms, I get all soft and emotional and nostalgic. And then I watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and my transformation to a big ol’ pile of sappy seasonal cheer is complete.
This year I am mostly just struck by how damn quickly the past 12 months have flown by. I can still remember decorating the tree last year clear as day (I had to take a nap halfway through, O GLORIOUS PREGNANCY FATIGUE!), and I specifically remember stopping to think how we’d have an 8-month-old when Christmas of ’09 rolled around.
So I’m jumping into this holiday season with both feet and attempting to make it as memorable as possible. Uh, that’s memorable in the good way, not memorable in the “having a nervous breakdown trying to figure out how to pay the gas bill AND buy all of Sadie’s daycare teachers nice gifts so that they will not let my precious child simmer in her own excrement for too long” kind of way.
*Sorry for the shitty photo quality – it’s an iPhone photo of the original print, because our scanner is in the basement and also probably a centipede condominium by now.
Entry filed under: Gobble-gobble.