A Child's First Christmas in Dixie

This is my darling daughter's first Christmas. She won't remember anything about it. Not one note of "White Christmas" or one twinkle of the tree lights. She doesn't care if I will have to unwrap for her the packages I just wrapped last week. She'll never be able to tell me from memory what she got, what she wore or who she saw. So why on earth am I bothering to make such a fuss?

Because we waited for this angel to land for over 4 years, and finally, FINALLY, I get to experience Christmas from the perspective of a mother. I hear her laugh as I sing the songs to her. I get to see those lights twinkling in her eyes. I'll watch her grip the wrapping paper and try to put it in her mouth, probably ignoring the toys themselves. I'll relish the "oohs" and "aahs" of friends and family who meet her for the first time, and delight in their comments of how adorable she is in her cute Christmas outfit.

That's why I bother to make such a fuss. Because I'm her mother, and I'm having a blast!

Hooked Up

Finally, our PC is back in the house, and our laptop is on our wireless network. That means we can both be on a computer at the same time. Hallelujah, no more "I want a turn!" So here I sit, watching Nanny 911 while blogging. Life is truly wonderful. ;)

Way Back When

I remember way back when...

• I could make a quick trip to the store without packing enough gear for an ascent of Mt. Everest.
• getting out of the car to go into the store didn't involve a moderate amount of weight-lifting. (Those car seats get heavy!)
• I didn't make up silly little nicknames for people, like "Punkadoodle".
• getting a shower wasn't a masterful feat of timing.
• the words "time for a change" referred to my hair color.
• the only pink in my house was lemonade.

And you know what? I don't really miss those days at all!

A Southern Christmas

This far south, the idea of a white Christmas is almost as ridiculous as a natural tan in Minnesota in January. But I've learned to adjust. Mostly.

I miss snow. Mind you, we didn't get much of it even in my section of Pennsylvania, but at least we got a smattering each year. You could count on that, at least. But it's going to be almost 70 degrees here tomorrow. I think I'd do really well designing a series of Christmas warm-weather clothes. You know, bikinis with wreaths on the top, Santa swim trunks, etc. I think it would be a big hit. Here, at least. Definitely in Miami.

At least my Christmas tree isn't a Palm. How would THAT be for confusing Christmas and Easter?!