I’ve been meaning to share a few of the sweet pics that our lovely photographer friend Christy took a while back. (Christy also took Crosby’s newborn photos, a whopping 4.5 months ago. Can you believe?! Excuse me while I go weep in the corner.) We had planned this little shoot a month or so before the holidays so we could get a photo to use for our first ever family Christmas card.
Here are my thoughts on Christmas cards, if you’d like to hear them. I’ve always thought they were kind of silly. In this day and age of Facebook and Instagram and iPhones and blogs (hey!), I feel like there are ample opportunities to see pictures of your friends and family at any time, if you so choose. So I used to think, really what’s the point of sending people a picture of yourself that you’ll probably post to social media anyways? I don’t know, is that Grinchy of me? Maybe. But the point is that I certainly never intended on sending one. But then, I had a kid… and I changed my mind. Probably because I’ll take any opportunity to show him off, is the honest truth. So I get it now, I totally understand why people send out Christmas cards. I am one of those people now. Hello my name is Shawnna, and I’m a Christmas card sender-outer. I even thought of a theme for us to follow every year – choosing a Christmas song lyric and taking a photo inspired by it. #cheesymccheeserson Who knows how long we’ll keep up that tradition, but so far we’ve done it every year since Crosby was born.
So does sending out a Christmas card make me a hypocrite? Yes, yes it does. But you know, it’s whatever. Parenthood makes you feel and do strange things. In facto, there are loads of other things I do now that I swore I wouldn’t when I became a parent. Like speaking to Crosby in a baby voice (sometimes I do try talking to him in my normal voice, but it makes me feel like an asshole)…. or using my saliva to clean something off his face (convenient. effective. efficient.) …. and smelling his butt when we’re in public to see if he pooped (sometimes the difference between a fart and a poop can be catastrophic).
Well that got weird quickly.
Our holiday photos! Was the point of this blog post. Off you go.
Now I’m curious, what things did you swear you’d never do as a parent? Or am I the only hypocrite around these parts….?