Years ago I inherited my maternal grandmother's rocking
chair. Still adorned with the orange corduroy cushions it wore when I was
five, it brings with it memories of chocolate cupcakes, original
Macintosh computers and Soaky bubble bath bottles. All things I cherished about vacations spent with my grandparents.
But a couple of months ago, we caved and bought a
glider. My grandmother's narrow wooden rocking chair was not a
comfortable place to comfort the bug as she grew bigger.
Having spent hours upon hours over the last month cuddling her in my lap so she could sleep, I am going to acknowledge that this was a worthwhile purchase.
Memories are a beautiful thing, but a sleeping baby is far, far sweeter.
Basically, this has been our life for the last few weeks. Or maybe the last year.
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And this in turn became one of probably many reasons why Christmas came and went without fanfare. We got a tree, wrapped a few presents (all for the Squish), and set out our advent calendar.
Most of which got ignored most of the time. But if there is one tradition that we didn't neglect, it was hotpot. Man started this years ago as a place to go for those who had no plans on Christmas. It has always been a smorgasbord of people and this year was no different. Whether students from foreign countries or smaller families joining for a bigger festive meal.
Man's folks prep everything as always, going well out of their way--often for people they met that night. Though, if you ask his dad, he'll tell you he's a "cheap guy" because he substituted steak for oxtail since it was $.50 cheaper per pound.
And here, the few moments I thought to capture:
We got free antlers when we bought our tree.
Though she thought they suited Daddy better.
Basically, this has been our life for the last few weeks. Or maybe the last year.
***
And this in turn became one of probably many reasons why Christmas came and went without fanfare. We got a tree, wrapped a few presents (all for the Squish), and set out our advent calendar.
Most of which got ignored most of the time. But if there is one tradition that we didn't neglect, it was hotpot. Man started this years ago as a place to go for those who had no plans on Christmas. It has always been a smorgasbord of people and this year was no different. Whether students from foreign countries or smaller families joining for a bigger festive meal.
Man's folks prep everything as always, going well out of their way--often for people they met that night. Though, if you ask his dad, he'll tell you he's a "cheap guy" because he substituted steak for oxtail since it was $.50 cheaper per pound.
And here, the few moments I thought to capture:
We got free antlers when we bought our tree.
Though she thought they suited Daddy better.
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