Have I told you how much I love being a Mom? Sometimes I wonder what the heck I ever did with my time before the wee-one. I seemed so busy, always running. Surely the pre-kid "me" didn't have such noble duties to accomplish daily. Yet I am more on top of my game now than I ever was with so much more free-time on my hands. How is that possible?
This Christmas has been one of the most festive since I moved out and had to start creating my own holiday magic. With Ro old enough to be in the Santa conversation and the idea of giving gifts one that she can now wrap her head around, it's been awesome! We've made ornaments, she single handedly decorated our tree and she has suggestions for what we should buy for others (Uncle Chuck almost got a 'decorate it yourself' stuffed animal kit). My Christmas spirit is through the roof! I've made a "Merry Christmas" banner for our window, a salt dough garland for over the t.v. and transformed the shallow shelving into a snow scene with lights, snow flakes and construction paper trees. Also, I decided that at this year's OTP Christmas party, we'd ditch the ornament decorating of the last 2 years and make gingerbread houses. Ethan and I constructed 11 graham cracker houses last night and tonight they are being adorned with all sorts of goodies at the party.
And what about shopping for your own kid?! Last year we didn't buy her anything. This year I can hardly contain myself. I know that gifts don't equal happiness, and I can't freaking wait to see her open the things we've picked out. She's gonna LOVE it. I even got her one more thing (I had said I was finished, you see) at the Disney store yesterday. I think I need to be quarantined to my house.