As some of you may know, I did not grow up with Christmas. I was raised with my mother, who is a Jehovah’s Witness. We did not celebrate Christmas, Thanksgiving, or any other holidays. We also did not celebrate birthdays. So many of these occasions are new to me.
Often times when I am celebrating these occasions with my little family, I feel the child-like wonderment that my son is experiencing too. This puts extra pressure on my husband to teach us his family traditions, as I don’t have any to call back on and G is just doing what we do.
This has and will continue to allow us to create some of our own traditions. This year, I made a beef stew on Christmas Eve. Granted it was just prep and throwing everything in the crockpot, it still feels like something I could make a family tradition. As G gets older, I am sure we will continue to add traditions.
For me, it is exciting to share these things with him from my unique prospective. The holidays we celebrate don’t come from a sense of religion, but for me, it is more a sense of togetherness and family bonding. There is something special about celebrating with the three of us (five if you count that cats; for Christmas I do, since they have stockings too). I hope to continue to foster that feeling in my son. Not that the holidays are about obligation or just about gifts, but about time spent with the ones you love. Happy Holidays all!
Baby G had a very important milestone this past weekend. He got his first haircut. It has been a long discussion over the past few months as to whether or not we should cut his hair. We were hoping that it would just even out on its own. But the top and sides kept growing while the back stayed short.
When G was born he had dark, thick, straight hair. It still trips me out because the girl with the kinkiest of curls would have never thought, even with a caucasian husband, that I would ever have a child with straight hair. It was too cute for words and would stick up in the front in the most adorable way. Then about at about 4-5 months, it all fell out. Broke my heart. I loved his soft straight hair. Then his curls started to come in…with a vengeance. The hair the grew back was a different texture completely. This was the real thing. The longer it got, the more I realized that my boy got my super kinky curls as well.
Fast forward to earlier this month. My father had begged us not to cut it. My mother put in a braid when he stayed the night. This was the straw that broke the camels back.
He was unhappy during the cut to say the least. He cried and fought but I think it looks great. So much easier to wash and manage. He also looks so much older which is the hard part.
Of course we have an envelope with some of the hair from his first cut to add to the baby book. Another milestone to mark as he grows into my big boy.
The pictures from above are just a glimpse of my wonderful time off for the Thanksgiving holiday. I have always loved the holiday season because of the time off to relax and renew. Now, with my growing little family, I just love the opportunity to spend time with them. Being a full-time working mom who is also taking classes full-time, the break from school and work gives me a chance to spend all of my free time with my husband and son. I know I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom but what a blessing it is to see him all day, every day.
Thanksgiving was great. We had the opportunity to host, cook, and had my father over. We did Skype with my mother-in-law so Gabe got to see almost of all of his grandparents. We avoided the Black Friday madness by heading out late in the afternoon to see what deals were left. The rest of the weekend seemed to fly by. Visiting my mom, movie/date night with the hubby to see Thor in 3D. Saturday and Sunday to relax.
Tomorrow it’s back to the grind. What I do have to look forward to is three more weeks of school and work until another break. A light at the end of the tunnel….and one of the many things I am thankful for!