Hi friends! Happy holidays! Or, can I even say that anymore now that Christmas is over? (Waa!) Maybe I should say… Happy awkward time in between Christmas and New Year’s when you’re still sort of in vacation mode but still have to be productive at work and you’re so distracted by how extra tight your pants are after all those holiday feasts but you might as well keep on eating like a hippo until after New Year’s Eve when you will be starting your new workout/diet regime and will no doubt look fantastic in no time! Or something like that? Anyways, I hope your Christmas was merry and you got everything you ever hoped for etc etc.
Now can we talk about my Christmas for a second? This is my blog, after all. And actually, let me back up. Let’s talk about my December, since I haven’t posted anything in over a month. Consider that your Christmas present from me! Wink wink.
December went by so fast I can’t even handle. We spent the first half of the month doing Christmasy things around Portland. Since it was Crosby’s first Christmas, (Crosmas!! <—- I just thought of that now! What a waste of a perfectly good hashtag.) we wanted to make sure to be as holly and jolly as possible before skipping town to head to Minnesota for two weeks. Yes that’s right, we took a two-week vacation (?) to MN for the holidays. It was SO much fun to be with family and to introduce the little dude to some of our favorite people who hadn’t met him yet. Including both Casey and my siblings. That’s by far one of the hardest parts of living far away from family… our siblings, grandparents, good friends didn’t get to meet our kid until he’s almost 4 months old. That’s a lot of dirty diapers old. So anyways, it was amazing to be together with everyone for the holidays. However… in hindsight, what the hell were we thinking taking a two-week trip with a refluxy 3 1/2 month old? Seriously. He was a trooper through it all but we definitely had some tough moments. Including every moment between the hours of 9pm and 9am. Yeesh. Thank gawd for our families who were so understanding and constantly offered help (though I didn’t always take it…).
Sidebar. Here’s the thing with fussy babies, and mine specifically… as much as I want a break sometimes, it is really hard for me to accept help. I’ll admit it. I so appreciate when people are willing (and eager!) to take him off my hands for a bit when he’s crying but I rarely accept their offer. Why? Because it’s completely impossible for me to relax if I know he’s upset and someone else is trying to soothe him. And I’m just sitting there, doing nothing. You know? I guess it’s because I feel like Casey or I should be the ones to calm him. Or maybe that we’re the only ones who actually CAN calm him. Even though that’s not even true. Maybe we could do it faster, but any one of our lovely family members would be able to get him to chill out eventually. So why can’t I take the help? I don’t know. Any other parents of fussy babies know the feeling? Or am I just crazy? Don’t answer that.
Anyways! Back to our Crosmas trip to MN. We flew out super early in the morning, and I was basically having an anxiety attack thinking Crosby was going to have a meltdown on the plane. He did not. He slept for most of the flight and only squawked a couple of times once he woke up. Little angel. And thankfully there were about 10 other families with babies on the plane too. We were in good company. I told Casey after we got off the plane that I felt like I needed to go around and high-five all the other parents because holy shit is that stressful. And speaking of which, have you guys seen this story about the parents who handed out goodie bags to people on their flight? What do you think? Good idea or no? I personally wouldn’t do it. Babies be babies. And really… if a baby screams in your ears for three hours are you really going to be less annoyed if you were given a box of Junior Mints from a stranger? Probs not. I think just common courtesy and politeness, both to and from and the parents, is the best approach when flying with a baby. Also vodka.
Ok, tangents over. Back to our trip.
A good chunk of our time in MN was spent driving. Which was interesting, given that Crosby hates to be in the car. But man he was a trooper. We drove from Minneapolis to Rosemount to Brooklyn Park to Big Lake to Alexandria to Kensington to Minneota to Ghent back to Alexandria and then back again to Ghent and then finally took our last 3 hour drive to Minneapolis to fly out. That flight back to Portland started out a little rocky. Crosby screamed for approximately 15 minutes before we even took off. I was gushing sweat as we both tried everything we could to calm him down in the tiny shoebox of personal space we had. Plane seats have never seemed so small as they did during those 15 minutes. And I’m pretty sure everyone in the 3 surrounding rows saw my boobs at one point because I was,
frantically as calmly as possible, trying to feed him to get him to calm down. LOTS of boobs flying about. He eventually passed out, and stayed asleep the rest of the flight. Ahh memories….
On that note. A short photo diary of our month…
Even though we knew we’d be gone for half December, we still went and cut down a tree. It’s probably my favorite holiday tradition that Casey and I started when we moved to Portland and I was not going to let Crosby miss out on his first tree cutting experience. #hesleptthewholetime.
We also too him to see the Zoo Lights at the Portland Zoo. Again, slept through the majority of it. And in case you’re curious, that’s a rain guard on his stroller. It’s not like we keep him in a bubble for no reason or anything…. :: side-eye::
I would have liked to post about a bajillion other photos but my wordpress/dashboard is giving me a helluva time today. But, I’m sure there is enough self-indulgence in this post to last you until next time. Right?
Happy New Year, ya muggles! xo