We are definitely in full swing of the holidays at our house. Carter has learned the joys of making cookies (eatinmg the dough around the cookie cutters) and decorating (shaking the sprinkles into his mouth).
We also celebrated our family tradition of going to our former landlord’s property and cutting down a tree. It’s probably one of my favorite days of the year because Mark and I always reminisce about where we fell in love, and it somehow seems full circle to now share that special place with Carter.
Carter also loves the Christmas tree and excitedly runs to plug it in every morning as soon as he wakes up. He loves to talk about all the ornaments and rearrange them every once in awhile.
I have pulled out my Christmas CD’s and have reveled in dancing with Carter by the lights of the tree and singing at the top of my lungs. Carter alternates between a full-out belly laugh when we are spinning and dipping, and a tender snuggle when the slow songs come on. It’s such simple, delightful memory-making that I know I will look back on and smile. I already do.
Last week it snowed just enough for Carter and I to go sledding on one of my days off, and he loved it. As soon as we’d get to the bottom of the hill, he’d giggle and turn to me and say, “Again?” He even walked up the hill every time, pretty surprising since he seems to be in a stage of always wanting to be carried.
The arrival of the out of town guests begins tonight with Mark’s family, followed by my family on Friday. We will also have an additional three dogs at our house, so things will not be dull. I just hope the Christmas tree is still standing by Christmas day.
This year I have really made an effort to not be stressed out by the holidays and to see the simple joys every day that Carter experiences through new eyes. I have slowly gotten all the chores done (shopping, cleaning, cooking) without feeling rushed or overwhelmed. I've even carved out some time to play some Christmas carols on the piano. It’s amazing how slowing down can somehow make the work happen faster and less painfully.
With Carter’s help, I have remembered just what this season is about, and that if we just take a step back and look, the joy has always been there. Sometimes it just gets a little stifled by all the other stuff that comes with the holidays.
Merry Christmas to everyone, and may you all find a little time to smile at something simple and beautiful.
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Halloween
Tonight was Carter's first Halloween that counts. But the story starts yesterday when I pulled out Carter's Hershey Kiss costume from last year to try on him before he had to wear it at daycare today. Well, as soon as he saw it, he was quite opposed to the idea. I tried just putting it on him to see if he'd tolerate it once he was wearing it, but no. He was going to have nothing to do with being a Hershey Kiss. So after Carter went to bed and Mark came home, I ran to the stores at closing time, frantic to find a costume he might wear. Babies R Us had one lone pumpkin costume, size 6-9 months, and I knew right away that wouldn't work. I ran into a woman eyeing the same costume, and she said she'd been all over town, and that no one had anything. I hung my head, crossed my fingers, and headed to Target.
Target had about 3 different costumes in a slim picking of sizes, but I happened to find a size 3T dragon costume that looked pretty comfortable and wearable. It also looked decently warm with layering possibilities, an important consideration since it was supposed to be in the 40's for Halloween. I bought it and hoped that Carter would consider it. The next morning I waited as long as possible to put it on him, and minutes before we had to leave for daycare, the first place he had to don the outfit, I pulled out the green dragon suit and made Carter think it was the most exciting piece of clothing he'd ever seen. It was love at first sight. He was drawn to the big red spots and couldn't wait to do up the zipper. He even left the hood on. Crisis averted.
This evening I was as excited about Halloween as I've ever been. After insisting everyone eat a good dinner, we headed out at 5:30 or so, ready to get some candy. Knowing Carter's love of chocolate and sweets, neither Mark and I were sure how far we'd get, and guessed Carter would probably eat all the candy he collected before we even got home. We didn't even bring a bag to collect the candy in. We set out and found only one house with a light on, and it was way down the street. We had jumped the gun a bit. So we turned around and killed some time before heading out a little more than an hour later. There were a few more lights on.
We went to the first house, rang the doorbell, and said trick or treat to the woman who opened the door. Carter tried to go in the house, and when she just offered a bowl of candy, Carter was quite confused. He didn't understand why we weren't going inside, and what was he supposed to do with a whole bowl of candy? We finally got him to take one piece and say thank you. He did want to eat it, so we gave him a bite and moved onto the next house.
By the fourth house, Carter had Halloween figured out, and he loved the idea. He would look to see if their porch light was on, run to the door and look for the doorbell, ring it as many times as he could before I pulled him away, and then wait with anticipation. He'd grab one or two pieces of candy, give his winning Carter smile, say thank you, and gallop (yes, gallop, a new trick of his) back to the sidewalk. He'd run to the wagon we had brought, throw his candy in as he ran by, and head to the next house. He loved every bit of it. He loved the Jack-O-Lanterns and would peek inside every one he saw. He loved the flashing lights people had set up in their yards. He loved meeting so many new faces. He probably couldn't have cared less about the candy part, other than he loved picking out what he wanted from the bowl.
When the night was finally over, he came in our house, and before doing anything else, he climbed up to the kitchen table and wanted to eat some more macaroni and cheese for dinner. Other than the one bite of candy he had at the first house, he's candy-free. All the worrying I did about how to limit his sugar intake and how I was going to get him to bed tonight, and here he just wants to eat more mac n' cheese. I'm not complaining.
I must say, this has been my favorite Halloween. I was never a big one for dressing up and going out when I was younger, so Halloween was never a big holiday on my list. But seeing Carter in his adorable dragon costume loving every little bit of Halloween, from the lights to the people, to the doorbell, I have found a new love for it. I'm already looking forward to next year.
Below are some pictures of Carter in his costume.
Target had about 3 different costumes in a slim picking of sizes, but I happened to find a size 3T dragon costume that looked pretty comfortable and wearable. It also looked decently warm with layering possibilities, an important consideration since it was supposed to be in the 40's for Halloween. I bought it and hoped that Carter would consider it. The next morning I waited as long as possible to put it on him, and minutes before we had to leave for daycare, the first place he had to don the outfit, I pulled out the green dragon suit and made Carter think it was the most exciting piece of clothing he'd ever seen. It was love at first sight. He was drawn to the big red spots and couldn't wait to do up the zipper. He even left the hood on. Crisis averted.
This evening I was as excited about Halloween as I've ever been. After insisting everyone eat a good dinner, we headed out at 5:30 or so, ready to get some candy. Knowing Carter's love of chocolate and sweets, neither Mark and I were sure how far we'd get, and guessed Carter would probably eat all the candy he collected before we even got home. We didn't even bring a bag to collect the candy in. We set out and found only one house with a light on, and it was way down the street. We had jumped the gun a bit. So we turned around and killed some time before heading out a little more than an hour later. There were a few more lights on.
We went to the first house, rang the doorbell, and said trick or treat to the woman who opened the door. Carter tried to go in the house, and when she just offered a bowl of candy, Carter was quite confused. He didn't understand why we weren't going inside, and what was he supposed to do with a whole bowl of candy? We finally got him to take one piece and say thank you. He did want to eat it, so we gave him a bite and moved onto the next house.
By the fourth house, Carter had Halloween figured out, and he loved the idea. He would look to see if their porch light was on, run to the door and look for the doorbell, ring it as many times as he could before I pulled him away, and then wait with anticipation. He'd grab one or two pieces of candy, give his winning Carter smile, say thank you, and gallop (yes, gallop, a new trick of his) back to the sidewalk. He'd run to the wagon we had brought, throw his candy in as he ran by, and head to the next house. He loved every bit of it. He loved the Jack-O-Lanterns and would peek inside every one he saw. He loved the flashing lights people had set up in their yards. He loved meeting so many new faces. He probably couldn't have cared less about the candy part, other than he loved picking out what he wanted from the bowl.
When the night was finally over, he came in our house, and before doing anything else, he climbed up to the kitchen table and wanted to eat some more macaroni and cheese for dinner. Other than the one bite of candy he had at the first house, he's candy-free. All the worrying I did about how to limit his sugar intake and how I was going to get him to bed tonight, and here he just wants to eat more mac n' cheese. I'm not complaining.
I must say, this has been my favorite Halloween. I was never a big one for dressing up and going out when I was younger, so Halloween was never a big holiday on my list. But seeing Carter in his adorable dragon costume loving every little bit of Halloween, from the lights to the people, to the doorbell, I have found a new love for it. I'm already looking forward to next year.
Below are some pictures of Carter in his costume.
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