piseco (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} piseco) wrote,@ 2006-12-27 16:27:00 |
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Post-Christmas Contentment
Many, many thanks toqueenalia, who told me on my day most frazzled that she thinks of me as a Martha Stewart, only real! I used it as a mantra to get me through the rest of the wrapping-cooking-hosting time.
We had a nice Christmas. My dad and his wife, as well asjust_the_ash and my husband's cousin J all were here on the 24th. We had a lasagna dinner (prepared painstakingly by me of course, muttering "I am Martha Stewart, I am more REAL than Martha Stewart") and shared some good conversation. The 25th was a glory of tossed wrappings and happiness exchanged. C's top three gifts, probably, were the remote control crazy car, a back-of-the-door basketball set, and a huge, wooden, modular castle. (And the STR WORZ GIES, of course.) He was excited about everything this year and cried out several times, "That's exactly what I wanted!"
Yesterday we ventured to the mall in order to do our twisted Patty Duke photos (I'd givenjust_the_ash a black shirt identical to mine and we were photographed in matching outfits) and have some lunch out. Last night was a dinner out (Martha Stewart gets wined and dined) and then a relaxing trip to the bookstore.
C was very upset about our family's departure. He growled and play punched at my dad, and refused to say a nice goodbye or give any hugs or kisses. He was stand-offish as they were going. The moment the door closed behind them, he turned to me and said, "I'm very sad, Mommy."
So we read and read (the books he got for Christmas that he discounted at the time because they were unfamiliar, but turned out to be really great, especially the pirate books) and then made a chart showing how many days until Pappy returns (he's coming on the 12th to celebrate my birthday a little late).
Tonight we're heading over to T&M's to do our last Christmas with friends.
Many, many thanks to
queenalia, who told me on my day most frazzled that she thinks of me as a Martha Stewart, only real! I used it as a mantra to get me through the rest of the wrapping-cooking-hosting time. We had a nice Christmas. My dad and his wife, as well as
just_the_ash and my husband's cousin J all were here on the 24th. We had a lasagna dinner (prepared painstakingly by me of course, muttering "I am Martha Stewart, I am more REAL than Martha Stewart") and shared some good conversation. The 25th was a glory of tossed wrappings and happiness exchanged. C's top three gifts, probably, were the remote control crazy car, a back-of-the-door basketball set, and a huge, wooden, modular castle. (And the STR WORZ GIES, of course.) He was excited about everything this year and cried out several times, "That's exactly what I wanted!"Yesterday we ventured to the mall in order to do our twisted Patty Duke photos (I'd given
just_the_ash a black shirt identical to mine and we were photographed in matching outfits) and have some lunch out. Last night was a dinner out (Martha Stewart gets wined and dined) and then a relaxing trip to the bookstore.C was very upset about our family's departure. He growled and play punched at my dad, and refused to say a nice goodbye or give any hugs or kisses. He was stand-offish as they were going. The moment the door closed behind them, he turned to me and said, "I'm very sad, Mommy."
So we read and read (the books he got for Christmas that he discounted at the time because they were unfamiliar, but turned out to be really great, especially the pirate books) and then made a chart showing how many days until Pappy returns (he's coming on the 12th to celebrate my birthday a little late).
Tonight we're heading over to T&M's to do our last Christmas with friends.
