As the little boy’s swing walked it’s way across the floor once again, I realized it had been a long time since I wrote anything over here. And I figured it was time to change that.
It’s been exactly eighteen weeks and one day since the little monkey was born, and he’s coming along just fine. I think the last few weeks have been some of the most exciting. Not that the other 15 weeks were devoid of excitement, quite the contrary. It’s just that the last few weeks he has started to express himself in so many new ways. Lifting, and screeching, and laughing, and smiling, and farting, and pulling, and almost rolling over. So yeah, the last few weeks have been great.
We are half way through the craze that is the holiday season, with the mother of all holidays quickly approaching. We talked about doing a Christmas card with the boy on it. Talking was as far as that went. Instead we took a ridiculously cute picture and posted on this here blog (go look at the last post if you haven’t already). I am supposed to be all full of joy and cheer at this point, our house should be covered in decorations, it should be lit up outside with the glow of (LED) lights. But it’s not. And I’m not. And I don’t know why. It happens to me every year (well every year for the last few years). It takes until the week and a half before Christmas for me to feel the spirit of the season. Then all of a sudden something inside kicks over and I get into it. And it drives me crazy because then we scramble frantically to get up all the decorations, the lights, the cheer. Then a week later it’s time to take it all down. And since I absolutely cannot stand having Christmas decorations after Christmas (though normally Mon talks me into leaving them up until new years), I need to get on it now. I need to force myself into the spirit of it all. So tomorrow we will be going to look for a Charlie Brown style tree, Mon will get out her Nutcrackers. I will hang the lights (yes, I will do it this year Mon). Pin up the stockings. Unwrap the ornaments. And then it will be Christmas. And hopefully I’ll find some cheer in one of those boxes of decorations and lights.
It’s not that I hate Christmas, it’s just that it’s not quite as much fun anymore. Sure I enjoy the seeing of the family and friends, and the extra time off from work. But I don’t have laundry lists of stuff I need or want anymore. Especially this year. I got what I wanted in August. I feel complete.