Friday, December 11, 2009
It's beginning to look...
top - J.Crew, cardigan - Forever 21, jeans - Gap, shoes - Steve Madden
If you take a gander at the edge of my fireplace mantle, you can see that's it's been undergoing a holiday transition over the past week or so. I tend to write about this every year, but the holiday season is a really special time for me and makes me remember my mother. Christmas was her favourite time of year, and she loved to share that joy with me and my brother. Now that I have Maya, I find myself missing her more than ever. My mom would have had so much fun doing all the holiday activities with Maya, and I so wish they could have known each other. Last week, while I was telling Maya about how I used to bake gingerbread cookies with my mother, Maya said to me "I wish I could meet your mommy". My heart just ached. I suppose one of the reasons why I have looked forward to doing all the holiday stuff with Maya, is it's a way that Maya could know my Mom.
This weekend, we spent trimming the tree. Since I had to pack away all our breakable glass ornaments, we needed to re-buy some toddler safe decorations. We didn't go overboard - just a trip to Superstore, Walmart and Michaels - but it was great fun because I had Maya pick out everything (with a little gentle guiding from me). The result is the prettiest tree that I've ever had in my home, and a beautifully decorated fireplace mantle. Not to mention, wonderful memories that I'll relive every year when we unpack the decorations in preparation for the holidays.
Wednesday greeted us with a quiet and cold snow day, so I decided it was the prefect day to build a gingerbread house. Maya consumed just a little bit more sugar than she probably should have. The little bunny was dipping her fingers in the icing as I tried to glue the roof to the house walls, and snuck quite a few smarties when I wasn't looking. This girl seriously doesn't need much sugar to get her going, so she was quite literally bouncing around, dancing and singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer as loud as she possibly could. I wish I had recorded it!
Although our house didn't quite turn out as I had hoped (lopsided roof, icing windows that dripped into a sloppy puddle, a broken icing wreath), Maya still loved it. She declared it the most beautiful gingerbread house ever, and (after her sugar crash) climbed onto her chair, rested her chin on her hands and just sat there admiring it.