All in all it was a good first Christmas under the little one’s belt. We tried out some new traditions with our son’s future Christmas’s in mind, saw some family, and were home in time for naps.
First we went to Christmas Eve service at our church. Dash managed to happily hang out for most of the songs and telling of the Christmas story. Just as the service was winding down and about 30 minutes before bedtime he fell dead asleep. Not such fantastic timing, but babies will be babies.
Christmas morning we awoke at 5:45 a.m. – someone was very excited for Santa.
Or maybe going to bed so stinking early the night before had thrown him off. We opened gifts, just the three of us and of course this guy:
I got a fantastic gift which I proudly wore the rest of the day.
Barefoot running here I come!
Then we piled into the car to head to Lawrence. There we opened gifts and hung out with Zach’s family.
Dash got some aunt and uncle time and also got to meet his great-grandfather for the first time.
I love the four generations photos.
We headed back home in the afternoon so Dash could get some sleep and the next day Zach’s sister and her family came to our house to meet their youngest relative.
They were not disappointed in him and he enjoyed time with his cousins and aunt and uncle.
Holidays are a smidgen different when you are a parent instead of a kid returning home to stuff your face, open gifts, and sit around while someone else prepares your next meal. Don’t get me wrong, we did still do that, but somehow it is all different. We have a teensy bit more responsibility than we did last holiday season, but I think we handled it well. Next weekend my parents will come down to us to celebrate with their grandson.
The best part of the holiday was Dash’s gift to us. On the evening of Christmas the three of us were sitting playing on the couch before his bedtime and he giggled at us. It was fantastic.