With Peanut’s first Christmas coming up soon, I’m struggling with trying to imbue the holiday with all the significance that a first Christmas should have while also remembering that she’s only 6 1/2 months old and really she couldn’t give a hoot about any of this. But I’m attempting to remember from movies and TV and whatnot what all good families do…should we visit a mall Santa and get the requisite picture of our daughter screaming while we force her to sit on a stranger’s lap? Do we buy her gifts that she’ll have no interest in when she’ll probably just end up shoving the wrapping paper in her mouth? Do we drag her out into the frigid weather to pick out a Christmas tree that we’ll just end up being afraid will topple over onto her?
Unfortunately, I’ll probably end up overcompensating because I still feel guilty for failing at The Nut’s first Halloween. We were too cheap to buy a costume that she’d only wear once so we had the bright idea to wrap her in toilet paper and call her a mummy. Aren’t we clever? Yeah, not so much. Have you ever tried to ahere toilet paper to a kicking, squirming baby? It didn’t stick and she ate most of it. In the end, she just looked like she was suffering from a concussion. Oops.
I think we’ll go search for a Christmas tree this weekend; hopefully nobody gets frostbite and I can take pictures to share with you on Monday! (But the mall Santa? I have a feeling we’ll skip that one. Does that make me a terrible, Scrooge-like mother? Oh, bah humbug.)