She and I cooked up a storm, and make several mistakes...possibly several times in a row. We seem to forget everything we know in each other's company. Whatever that's about. But we powered through and got the meal made and it was yum!
The men had the kiddos while we cooked/blogged. Haha. It is addicting once you get going. And we can just blame Sara for that.
Grant is growing up so fast he was walking around all day saying "merry Christmas" and dancing. He's got quite the personality now which makes everything more fun. He knows what he wants and will ask, and he knows what he doesn't want and will say no. It's my favorite when he says no in his little voice. I'm sure Sara would disagree but I don't live with him.
We stuffed our faces took pictures of the boys and then had frozen chocolate pie which is always yuuuum. I'm sad I only could make one--usually there is at least 2 and I can eat my way through the other alone within the next few days...alright it's probably a good thing there was only one.
Overall Luca behaved his little self and slept most of the day--not surprising after our crazy brown Christmas.
I put him to nap in grants crib while we were there and--wow--I am so not used to the low mattress. I totally dropped my child when I was putting him in. Again. I know I'm such a good mom. The poor kid cried a little when he flopped into the bar on the side, but he was a trooper and went back to sleep right after.
I also let him taste his first real people food! It was just a raw potato and he could have cared less. They don't taste like much so he didn't even really notice. Whatever. It still counts.
He's getting pretty good at shoving his fist in his little mouth! Yay for hand eye coordination!
Also. I forgot to add into my "the one with the brown Christmas" so I'll do it here.
Life becomes incredibly awkward at 12 on the dot. Everyone gets up and hugs everyone and says merry Christmas. It is so strange to me. Of course it isn't a bad thing, but it is so weird. Someone usually is counting down the time too, like for New Years. There was a little girl at the party who basically didn't say a word all night until she was the countdown clock. TEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT! ONLY SEVEN MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT! FIVE MINUTES! TWO MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT!!
Yes it's true. Cute for her, loud for us, and totally weird for me.
It truly is the most awkward and uncomfortable part of my whole year--and this year, thanks to my child I managed to avoid it. Haha.
I think what makes it more awkward is that kisses come with/for each "merry Christmas" and everyone says everyone's names. "Merry Christmas, Amanda" "merry Christmas, Jose" and so on. White people don't use names like brown people do.
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