Mommy Monday: Baby's First Christmas

In past years Christmas was like clock work. My siblings and I would wake up to the smell of cinnamon rolls and crisp, burning wood. My mom would bombard us with photos as my dad stoked the fire. We'd grumble and complain after the zillionth photo and beg to open our stockings. Which for some reason, was always my favorite part.

This year there was no fire, no cinnamon rolls, and no stockings. The funny thing about traditions are that they change. Once you start a family of your own, you tend to veer away from those things from your childhood. It was a little bittersweet, but this year proved that change didn't have to be a bad thing.

Christmas Eve...



Christmas Eve was pretty busy. Our first stop was with my side of the family, for a few hours, and then to Joshua's side. After all the hustle and bustle it was nice to go home and snuggle up in our new Christmas pjs.

Christmas Day...




My brother begged to "play Santa," those of us who still needed our morning coffee fix didn't argue. He passed out gifts, opened his gifts, and helped Penelope open a few of hers. It was the perfect Christmas morning.
Our afternoon/ evening was full of great food, and company. My aunt's house is so rustic and cozy. Which makes family get togethers the best. Penny had a great time playing with her new toys as well as everyone's wrapping paper.


Christmas day ended fairly soon. We left my aunts at about 6:30, which is super early compared to years past. By that time Penny was over it. With an exhausted baby out by 7:30, Joshua and I cuddled up on the couch to watch the Maze Runner. I perfect end to a great day.

I remember thinking to myself, wow, Christmas is over. Penelope's first Christmas is over. After all the work it ends so fast. You'd think I'd be used to that by now.