Dear Fable

Your first Christmas has come and gone, and you are none the wiser. All you know is that there was a large tree in our living room (strange, I know), covered with the most beautiful lights and shiny trinkets. And you were allowed to play with lots of (wrapping) paper. Oh, and there have been more people around than usual, and all of them wanting to pinch your cheeks and tickle your belly.

That Fable, that was your first Christmas.

What you might have missed, is that we went over to see your Grampap and Grandma on Christmas Eve. There were great aunts and cousins there too, and they all brought you gifts. You humored us by tearing the wrapping paper, though you obviously didn't understand that the gift was hidden in the paper, not actually the paper itself.

After we left that night, we drove around to hunt for (the best/worst/most) Christmas lights and decorations. You of course fell asleep, but you were still there with us, along for the ride. Perhaps next year you'll enjoy this tradition a bit more.

On Christmas morning, you slept in, until 6:40 am (you've been waking closer to 6). Little did you know, Santa had visited us and left a present for you under the tree. He brought you Suzette the Fox. A week before Christmas, he also opened a college savings fund for you (you'll appreciate that more later). For breakfast, we had chocolate chip pancakes (well, your daddy and I did), and then you went to see your Grampap and Grandma again while your daddy and I went to see a movie. We all had dinner after the movie, and then we came home and put you to bed shortly thereafter.

As you grow older, and as our family (hopefully) expands, these are traditions I want to keep. The hunt for Christmas lights. Opening gifts and having a yummy breakfast on Christmas morning. A movie on Christmas day. I also want to make sugar cookies and snowflake garland. I want to drink hot cocoa and read to you about the birth of Jesus. And every year, you'll get an ornament. This year, you got your "Baby's First Christmas" ornament.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, it snowed on Christmas Eve! Your very first was a white Christmas!

Sleep Bank

When you're pregnant, everyone tells you to "stock up on sleep." Toward the end of my pregnancy, I began to find this particularly annoying. As I said before, sleep isn't something you can store away for later, though admittedly, it'd be nice if it was.

This has become a bit of a joke between John and I, and after a few sleepless nights this week, we had this conversation via text when I learned a co-worker is expecting a girl, due in May.

Me: {My coworker} is having a girl.

John: Tell him to store up his sleep while he can!

Me: Dangit. Forgot to get my sleep out of storage this morning!

John: I grabbed three hours from the deep freezer. Feeling like a kid again.

Me: Thank goodness we stocked up on sleep before.

Dear Fable

Even though you've decided you're over the whole sleeping through the night thing, even though you kept us up most of last night, even though I'm so tired I could cry, I still love you very very much. And I am just so thankful that you are healthy and happy.

xoxo,

Mama

{If you sleep eight hours tonight though, mama will buy you a pony!}