There is no more fitting a way to start out the new year, than by talking about the previous year. Right? Am I right? Of course I am. Seriously, I wanted to blog during the Christmas break but life got in the way, and that's ok too. But since, Joseph is back to work today and we're back to our old routine today is the perfect day to blog. And for the record, I will finish blogging about Thanksgiving and November as well, because I need to write about Thanksgiving....I just need to.
Anyway ...
Christmas came and went and it was good. I think I have finally got a handle on why I get so melancholy in December and I was able to re-route a lot of that angst, which made it an enjoyable Christmas for me, the first in many years. I won't go into the details, as I feel they are very personal, but I had good insight and for that I am very thankful.
We started our Christmas festivities with the obtaining of our Tannenbaum. Joseph and I have come to the conclusion that we have to have a tree every year for things to "feel" right, so our task was to figure out how to have a tree with a very curious Jeffrey.
The tree all decorated and pretty -- you will notice the new location in the corner by the wood stove (which remains dormant unless the power is out):
The tree all decorated and pretty, and protected from small fingers. Despite our best efforts Jeffy still managed to push toys and other things over to the fence and climb up and fling ornaments all over the place:
This tree was amazing. It was full and heavy when we bought it, and lasted the entire 3 weeks we had it up. Unlike last year's tree disaster, which as you may or may not recall turned brown 3 seconds after we got it home. The lesson here is to always buy the Noble Fir. They seem to be the most sturdy of Christmas trees, also make your husband double check the tree for brown spots and finally, never buy a tree when you are pregnant and out of your mind, as I was last year.
James finally understood Christmas this year as well. He was beyond excited to decorate the tree and was tragically sad when we took it all down after Christmas. All Friday, as I was taking things down, he kept asking me if Christmas was over. When I said yes, he just let out this little sad whimper. And here is where I will ask a favor of the universe...we decided to not do Santa in our family many years ago. When asked if James was excited for "Santa to come", I very casually mentioned that, this was not something we do in our house. You might as well have thought I was eating kittens. It's ok to have your own traditions. It's ok to not agree with me about how we do our traditions. But it's not ok to be snarky with me about it. Ok? OK?
We found these fun decals at Tar-zhe. James thought they were pretty amazing.
(Yes, that is a Santa. We have Santa decorations, but it's made very clear that he is pretend...and, again, that is ok.)
James also loved the Advent Calendar. He called it "his snowman" and wanted to put up all the charms on the first day. He actually threw a mock-10 tantrum when we said only one day at a time.
And on another front, James branched out culinarily. I made numerous pans of shortbread for giving away. He loved it. I mean he LOVED it. He figured out pretty quickly that if there was butter defrosting on the counter, I was going to make a pan of shortbread. He got pretty miffed that I made him wait for the pan to cool before I let him have a cookie.
I don't have a picture, but I will give you the recipe:
2 C flour
2 sticks of butter at room temp
2 egg yolks
1 C sugar
1 tsp vanilla
Method: Cream butter, sugar, egg yolks and vanilla. Add flour a cup at a time. Turn dough out into a greased 9 x 13 pan, push the dough out to the edges and smooth it down with your fingers, and prick the top with a fork. Bake at 325 for 25 to 30 mins, but remove when the edges are golden brown. Allow to cool for 15 mins and cut into diamonds, sprinkle with a healthy measure of white sugar.
This is the easiest cookie to make if you are doing neighbor gifts or need something quick to eat when you are craving a cookie.
And if you think this is the end ... stay tuned. More posts to come.