Jumping Chocolate and Ooogedily-Boogedily Noses
Luke is saying his new mantra, "Open presents together...open presents together...open presents together..." as his mouth fills with drool over the shiny bows on packages under our tree. He is aching to get in there. I can see his little rounded head from here; he is watching his Einstein movie about the Four Seasons, turning to me from time to time to inform me that it is raining or that it is cold in the Arctic. He makes his mommy smile.
Yesterday we had a fun, albeit exhausting day. I am still getting used to the full responsibility of a home and all its corresponding needs, namely, LAUNDRY (my bane). So I spent a good day fighting the mass of work to do around here, made a simple, warm meal for supper when Matt arrived home (angels singing chorus of hallelujahs here), and then we headed out to Tanglewood's Festival of Lights.
Really, it is a total glut of shimmering, twinkling commercially-Christmas delight for all ages. Luke went last year but truly, this year was so fun with him. About halfway through I decided to get him from his car seat and hold him on my lap and he lunged forward, craning his neck to see blue fountains and jumping reindeer and his favorite (apparently) Peacock. He was very happy, talking about (up until this morning) sitting in the front looking at lights while I will never forget the feel of his still-baby fuzzy hair brushing my face as I held him, my little baby boy. This is an altogether maddening-fun age. He is such a boy...but such a good one at the same time. I love him.
So we made it home around eight and got him cleaned and p.j.ed up and bedded down, and Matt and I climbed under a cozy blanket to cuddle. Yeah, um...so...we passed out and woke up at 11:40. (Matt acknowledged the truth that we are, indeed, parents now). It was so funny! From that point until we really went to bed, I was characteristically Diane-obsessed with the fear that there was some malevolent air streaming from the vents causing us to sleep so soundly, so quickly, recalling conversations and news blurbs of families poisoned by carbon monoxide while sleeping. I opened windows, turned down the heat, checked on Luke, all under Matt's loving eyes and grin. As I settled and got under the real blankets, he adjusted his alarm and I caught the end of something Tony Snow was saying about Al Qaeda and turned over, saying, "Hey...what did Tony Snow say?" and Matt, all-knowing his wife already, smiled and I finished what I knew that meant, "...probably something I don't need to hear right now before I go to bed, right?" And my love sighed lovingly and said, "Exactly." He is learning me...
Yesterday we had a fun, albeit exhausting day. I am still getting used to the full responsibility of a home and all its corresponding needs, namely, LAUNDRY (my bane). So I spent a good day fighting the mass of work to do around here, made a simple, warm meal for supper when Matt arrived home (angels singing chorus of hallelujahs here), and then we headed out to Tanglewood's Festival of Lights.
Really, it is a total glut of shimmering, twinkling commercially-Christmas delight for all ages. Luke went last year but truly, this year was so fun with him. About halfway through I decided to get him from his car seat and hold him on my lap and he lunged forward, craning his neck to see blue fountains and jumping reindeer and his favorite (apparently) Peacock. He was very happy, talking about (up until this morning) sitting in the front looking at lights while I will never forget the feel of his still-baby fuzzy hair brushing my face as I held him, my little baby boy. This is an altogether maddening-fun age. He is such a boy...but such a good one at the same time. I love him.
So we made it home around eight and got him cleaned and p.j.ed up and bedded down, and Matt and I climbed under a cozy blanket to cuddle. Yeah, um...so...we passed out and woke up at 11:40. (Matt acknowledged the truth that we are, indeed, parents now). It was so funny! From that point until we really went to bed, I was characteristically Diane-obsessed with the fear that there was some malevolent air streaming from the vents causing us to sleep so soundly, so quickly, recalling conversations and news blurbs of families poisoned by carbon monoxide while sleeping. I opened windows, turned down the heat, checked on Luke, all under Matt's loving eyes and grin. As I settled and got under the real blankets, he adjusted his alarm and I caught the end of something Tony Snow was saying about Al Qaeda and turned over, saying, "Hey...what did Tony Snow say?" and Matt, all-knowing his wife already, smiled and I finished what I knew that meant, "...probably something I don't need to hear right now before I go to bed, right?" And my love sighed lovingly and said, "Exactly." He is learning me...
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