I’d like to be able to excuse my lack of creative posting on my blog by saying that I’ve simply been far too busy to write. That would be ideal, as it would make me sound as though I’ve been doing important things over the last week or so. However, it would be a lie. I haven’t been too busy. Well, minus the two days that I really was too busy, I haven’t.
We had my mother-in-law at our house for a week, and before you go feeling sympathetic about that, don’t. My MIL is awesome. AND! Baby absolutely adores her, and vice versa. AND! She cooks for us and washes dishes when I’m not threatening to ground her for cleaning in my house when she’s on vacation.
Anyway, this was our first Christmas with Baby- who, at this point, I’d like to stop calling ‘Baby’ and start calling by his name in my posts, but alas, I feel rather uncomfortable doing so.
I understand that a first Christmas with the newest member of a family is an important event. One to be commemorated. Hence, several people wanted us to have a ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ tree ornament, and several other people wanted pictures of said event.
Ornaments, ok. Pictures? I didn’t take ANY. Why? I had my camera tucked inside my purse at every place we visited, and I took zero pictures. I feel much like a bad mother, but…
Baby was extremely overwhelmed. Not just because he was so tired, thanks to his inability to sleep in strange places, but also because there were tons of people all over the place, people eating and talking and laughing and wanting to look at or hold or talk to or play with Baby. On top of that, the opening of gifts apparently caused Baby’s eyes to glaze over and his coping mechanism- i.e, going super quiet and staring fixedly at nothing in particular- to kick into over-drive. Poor little guy. So much paper rustling, so many bows being stuck on him by Mommy (what? It was adorable), so many ribbons to grab hold of!
Would it have been right to also throw into the mix the constant flash and beep of a camera going off in his face? I don’t think so.
Ok, so, I totally spaced on the picture front. I forgot I had my camera. I was too busy with Christmas and freaked-out Baby. Sue me.
For the record, Baby toys get cooler and cooler all the time, and I’m jealous. Not that I didn’t appreciate the toys I had when I was little- I mean, Barbie and Cabbage Patch dolls are classics (possibly I appreciate them more now that I’m too old for them)- but Leap Frog has a stuffed dog toy (a green one called Scout for boys, a purple one called Violet for girls) that you can hook up to a computer and enter your child’s name and favorite food, color, and animal. Scout (or Violet) will then talk to, sing to, and ‘interact’ with your child on a personal level, putting their name and favorites into little games and songs. Scout (or Violet) will also play lullabies and teach animal sounds and ask for hugs or snacks.
Holy crap! It’s so neat. I know of a few other kids who have one, and their parents say their kids LOVE their Scout/Violet. I think Baby will too, once he figures out how to squeeze a paw to make Scout talk and sing.
I didn’t really mean this to be a toy review, it’s just that like I said, SUPER COOL stuff for kids. Aside from Scout (who I threatened to steal and carry around and program to say MY name), there’s a mail box that comes with a package and plastic letters that teaches the ABC’s. There’s a ball popper thingy that shoots colored plastic balls into the air and forces parents to chase after them (when Clint put it together and turned it on, it terrified him…yes, Clint, not Baby). There’s a rocking horse that neighs. There’s bath toys that squeak, spin, and squirt water from their mouths.
There’s no place to put all of this stuff, and so my living room is currently under a thick layer of baby toys.
To add to the confusion of my household, Clint and I also were bombarded with cool gifts- tools and small kitchen appliances and Get Fuzzy books (I’ve already read one, and I’m half way through with another) and movies and you know, stuff.
Considering that we were only able to afford to buy gifts for a small handful of people, I feel really guilty that we ended up receiving so much.
But then, on the other hand, I’m learning to just thank God for our blessings and not argue when we get things we don’t really deserve. Like a family that is so glad to have us around for the holidays, a huge family who adores our son, or thoughtful gifts from people we least expected them from.