It's Beginning to Look a lot Like . . .

Dear Son,

The season is upon us. This past week you survived your first Thanksgiving. Admittedly, it wasn't too out of the ordinary for you per say - seeing how you're not really big enough for anything that was part of the traditional feast - although I do remember seeing your grandmother sticking numerous things in your mouth when she suspected I wasn't looking. (I'm doing my part to loosen up with all of that.) :)

Speaking of grandmother, she and I decidedly lost our minds and were in the middle of Wal-Mart by 5am the day after Thanksgiving. You'll certainly not care anything about this for many many years, if ever . . . but that is considered the largest shopping day of the year, and any good mom knows - if you want to find the best deal on the best toys - you just gotta get there early. And boy did we ever . . . and we were not the only ones with this bright idea mind you. It was a special type of mayhem I haven't very often seen the likes of. But you were the perfect angel of course . . . sitting right up front of the shopping cart, taking it all in. Specialists would have me believe you aren't developed enough at age 7months to realize what was going on . . . but Im convinced you knew we were shopping for you.

I can't tell you the number of people that had to stop me throughout the day to just get a look at you. As always - I beamed with pride.

You watched with wide eyed wonder this afternoon as I strung white lights all over our yard. You can't really appreciate it all just yet - but rest assured, it is beautiful and very winter wonderland-esque. I'm hoping by the time you are of an age to be excited about it - I'll own an entire fleet of lighted reindeer.


I love you Son . . . thank you for making my first holiday season as a Mom so much fun. . . . and its only just begun!