My mom has not been well. It's been hard to muster the holiday spirit over the last few weeks. To feel merry without feeling phony. But I have two kids, one who is totally enamored with the guy with the white beard and all he encompasses and the other who calls him dada and screams.
Ken tries not to take it personally.
We also have a lot of new friends, who we wanted to meet each other. And we have old friends we wanted to have out to our new house.
So we decided to throw a party. Well, I should say I decided to throw a party and Ken was like, "OK," and then was forced to act as the personal assistant for a very demanding boss (me) the week before. I didn't see him roll his eyes once. What a guy.
(Idea for the easiest Christmas craft ever from poppytalk)
There were friends we have known for 15 years, friends from our time in Oklahoma, friends from Baltimore, and our newest friends, all together. Everyone has children age three and under, and there were three pregnant ladies, so there was lots of talk of labor, epidurals, and potty training. You just can't get away from it. It's where we are now. Fast forward 15 years and I imagine it will be talk of tuition and the inevitable empty nest. I just hope it's the same group of friends.
And these two little peanuts had quite the evening with their godmothers.