Our Christmas and winter break was absolutely lovely this year, the first in I don’t know how long where one or more of us wasn’t balled up on the couch with some nasty goo taking over the household. And I know I just said it out loud, ruining everything and ensuring the blight of some plague or another in approximately 1.3 days, but as long as we made it through the holidays and ALL of the MANY holiday things, I think I can handle it.
This year I was nervous about getting through so much with the baby but it actually worked out well. We skipped a few events we normally try to make, opting instead for peace and jammie time and even though it felt like cheating I’m so glad we did. The absolute best moments of break were when I realized it was 3 in the afternoon and my kids were happily sprawled out with their new toys, with unbrushed hair and sporting the pajamas they hadn’t been out of for 2 days. Our life is crazy. No really. The insane amount of time spend at school and the dance studio and in the car to get back and forth is mind-numbing. There is not one day a week where we’re not running like idiots so to be able to just do absolutely nothing felt like a gift.
Here is a picture re-cap because, you know, words are HARD sometimes:
I’m sure we’ll be in for it next year when we have to navigate the holidays with a toddler but this year was almost criminally easy for having a small baby. This was mainly because we were smart enough to scale way back and just try to enjoy the new shape of our family. It was pretty great.
And now? We are enjoying a few weeks of quiet routine before kicking off the busy season in dance. Soon enough I will be covered head to toe in glue and sequins, thank sweet baby jesus I will be able to drink my way through much of the costume assembly this year. Unfortunately I won’t be able to drink when I am stuck backstage with many small, rambunctious boys as I somehow found my dumb ass volunteering to work backstage at comps and recitals for Keaton’s group. In my defense, I thought it would just be Keaton and the other little boy on the baby comp line but after talking with the other boys’ moms, it turns out it’s an all-hands-on-deck type of thing and there will be over 20 boy children in one small space whygodwhyamIsoepicallystupid. The good news is that dads can help too so I fully intend to throw Bill under the bus when the time comes.
So until that craziness ensues I am enjoying the hell out of my adorable little baby spawn, who is the sweetest, smiliest little thing ever. Also: Loves to sleep. HE IS MY FAVORITE AND MY BEST.