Even though it’s a little too early in my book to deck the halls with boughs of holly, the stores and commercials on TV are doing exactly what they set out to do: get me and the rest of the world in the Christmas spirit.
Which splits me in half between excitement and dread.
Excited about the cozy Christmasy feeling.
Dread about the house filled with tons of people like a giant clown car.
Excited about all the wonderful things we’ll bake this year, cookies, cakes, pies, savory treats.
Dread about eating these sweet treats and gaining holiday weight on top of the last few pounds of baby weight that’s decided to be so stubborn.
EXCITED about Avery seeing the twinkling lights and decorations all over our house.
Dreading Avery seeing the twinkling lights and pulling them down or throwing something breakable while I’m not looking. (I already have braced myself that it will happen at some point! Ha ha!)
EXCITED!!!!!!!!!! about Avery’s First Christmas and watching her open presents (or rather, me opening her presents while she sits on my lap and stuffs the discarded wrapping paper in her mouth. Potato, Po-tah-toe.)
Dread about how we’ll pay for said presents and still have money leftover for January’s daycare.
And the funniest thing?
It’s ironic, too…I’m so excited about Avery’s first Christmas I can hardly stand it, and she’ll still be so young she won’t even know what’s going on, what day it is, anything. HA HA.
It’s my maiden mommy voyage, my first EVER audition for the role as Santa Claus. And she doesn’t even know yet who Santa Claus is.
Here I am, already making plans for recording every moment, from sleepy faces and reindeer pajamas to fascinations with Christmas lights and sparkles, dancing to Christmas music, new toys from Santa, all of it, and she’ll never remember this Christmas.
But I will! :) :)
