Yeah, so, we made it through the Spawn’s first Christmas with our sanity in tact.
He’s only three months old, so he’s not really super into the holiday season. We didn’t bother to wrap up gifts for him and put them under the tree, so we could then unwrap them for him and pretend like he’s really excited about his gifts. Yes, yes, we’re terrible parents. Maybe next year we’ll take some random things around the house and wrap them up for him. He won’t know anyway.
“Oh hey! It’s a stuffed animal you got last year but you never noticed it before. Yay!”
Before you call Child Protection Services, you should know that we bought him plenty of gifts, and he got a lot of stuff from family and friends. Spawn didn’t go giftless for Christmas.
So anyway, on Christmas Eve, we spent the evening with The Wykas, where for some reason we ended up all measuring the circumference of our heads. 22 1/2 inches, baby! I’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but we really hadn’t been there that long.
One of the great things about having a kid is we get to keep the holiday traditions we like and start establishing our own. I think we should make head measuring on Christmas Eve a new tradition.
We spent Christmas morning at Michelle and Tony’s place in Concord, where The Man tried to get everyone to start calling The Spawn by the nickname Hooch. The Man worked it all day, but it didn’t catch on. I’m hoping he forgets about it by the next time we see him, because I think it’s a stupid nickname. It’s not nearly as awesome as Spawn.
As usual, David wins the award for most thoughtful Christmas gift. He contacted the first hotel we stay at in Paris and acquired a coffee set, which they don’t usually sell. We stayed in that hotel for a week, and every morning we had breakfast in bed using a coffee set like the one I opened on Christmas Eve. Of course, this thoughtful gift made me cry, because everything makes me cry now. By the way, I got him a membership in an international beer of the month club. Oh sure, it’s an awesome gift. I mean, it’s beer, right? But it lacks emotion compared to his gift, and it proves once again that David is great human being, and I think booze is the perfect gift.