I'm a little late to Kim's Dare to DIY party this week (tardy for the party, if you
love hate can't admit to watching a certain Atlanta housewife). We had a little middle of the night ER trip scare this weekend which threw us all off and we're just now getting back to normal. Don't worry, it wasn't baby Gaby. John woke up at 3am in the horrible pain that could only be a kidney stone. They diagnosed him, doped him up and sent him home. Luckily things have worked themselves out, if ya know what I'm sayin', so he's feeling much better.
So moving on...the Dare this week is to Have Traditions. We have our usual Christmas tradition of hosting dinner at our house on the Eve, then we split up Christmas day between John's sister's for lunch and my aunt's for dinner. This year, we'll add the baby to the mix and see if we can keep the plans the same. Of course, come next year he'll be 16 months old so we'll be staying put to enjoy Christmas as a fam at our own house. Until then, we keep on travelin'. So we decided to start a new tradition with Gabe. I had the best of intentions...bundling up, grabbing some hot chocolate and heading out to look at Christmas lights. I made sure Gabe was drunk on milk and well-rested. Pointless. He screamed for the first 15 minutes of the trip then he fell asleep. Oh well. I had John crank up the christmas tunes and I from atlantic to pacific the traffic is terrific'd it up. My goal was to see this house that I grew up going to look at. The place was incredible. A lifesize sleigh with reindeer going around the yard on a track. Plexiglass display houses. A trillion lights. The whole shebang. Since I don't live around there anymore, I headed to facebook to ask the masses if the family still did the displays. I had mixed opinions. Some said the family moved...some said they went to jail for tax evasion. Others swore they were there last year and yes, were definitely there this year. So we went. And it was dark. No lights, no nothin. Kinda sad. Oh well, I had a slightly less enthralling back-up plan.
Off we went to a little park that was all lit up. It did the trick. We got our pretty light fix. And Gabe was there so boom, a new tradition.
How much is that baaaaaby in the window? Ruff Ruff!
This kid was literally chestnuts roasting over an open fire in this "snowsuit" or whatever the hell it is. I was trying to be responsible mother and layer my child appropriately but seriously? My son is a sweatbox. But such a cute sweatbox.
Anyway, it turned out to be a nice little night for us...and the kid was beat. He went right to sleep.
I remember my mom and dad loading us into the car as kids to go see all the crazy light displays and it still is one of my most favorite memories. So I'm startin early on this kid. Magical childhood will be had!