Every year, Story and I go down to my parents’ house for Christmas. My sisters are there, too, and we all spend the night, eager for Santa to come. Yes, we may be adults, but our stockings are still stuffed with goodies on Christmas Day. This year, however, Story and I are staying home. Due to scheduling conflicts, we won’t be able to visit until New Year’s Eve. At first, I was excited, then I panicked.
We don’t have a Christmas tradition at our house. We have always followed my parents’ tradition happily. Should I continue to do that? Or should we do something new since we are in a different place on Christmas morning? What will Story expect? And can I live up to that expectation?
To find the answers, I turned to the tradition expert: Ali. I pummeled her with questions about her Christmas morning tradition, and of course, it’s magical. So I will copy part of it for sure, but I feel like I need something that is ours — not a carbon copy of my parents’ or Ali’s.
So, friends, help a mama out. I’m looking for suggestions. Do any of you have a Christmas tradition you’d like to share? As this is our first Christmas at home, I want it to be memorable. Please and thank you! Now, go!
Christmas is now in full swing at the Cummins household! This past weekend was our annual Christmas decorating day with the NHN family. Every precious decoration is in its place, the lights are shining their wonderful warm glow, and the Christmas trees are trimmed. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, and the day was just the family fun that Lesley and I needed. It’s hard not to be in a good mood and grateful for the people in our lives. (more…)
As Lesley mentioned a few weeks ago, both of my girls still sleep with me. It’s getting to be a tight fit, but I can’t really imagine it any other way. Their leaving the bed will be a transition for all of us. Aside from the comfort of routine, there is another reason they still sleep with me. I am terrified of waking up in the middle of the night with one of them staring at me. I used to think I was neurotic. Then Maddie started to talk and I learned about her dark side. Her newest obsession further proves my fear.
Over Thanksgiving break, Story got her hair cut. Short. Her requirements were: “When I shake my head, I don’t want my hair to move,” and “I want the sides tapered.” She got exactly what she wanted and absolutely loved it. And then others started imposing their unsolicited opinions on her: “You look like a boy.” (more…)
This Thanksgiving was our first staying in my grandpa’s house without him there. About a month or so ago, he moved into a retirement home, leaving the house empty. Well, not empty. All furniture and belongings are still in place. It was a bit strange to be there without him. Adjusting to a different house dynamic was all I was hoping to encounter this trip. Then, on the day of our trip, my mom told me that the cable and internet had also been turned off. (more…)