I'm back. Got wrapped up in the whole Christmas chaos and, well, you were the one thing I could let go of for a while. So sorry.
To wrap up Christmas 2006, I thought I'd share some highlights of the last few weeks: the good, bad, and ugly of our holiday. In doing so, I figure I'll wipe the slate clean a bit in preparation for the new year. Not that you'll see much change right away at this blog, but I do hope to make some changes, make things a bit more interesting. I hope you few loyal readers outside my family will stick with me through them...
But first, here goes Christmas, 2006.
1. My family all came out to our cabin and spent two days. My brother, Stephen, came with his daughter, Cassie (both of whom live in Charlotte, 3 hours away); my brother, David, came from Bend, Oregon (considerably farther away); and, of course, both of my parents.
2. Owen was an angel, a real doll (although I fear by not playing up the whole Santa angle, I may have cheated her out of something. Tonight, while putting her to bed, I was trying to tell her about the new year arriving as she sleeps and she thought Santa was coming tonight. Oops, seems she's still waiting for the jolly old elf).
3. By celebrating Christmas early (my family had Christmas on Saturday so my brother could catch a plane Monday morning and we always have Christmas with Paul's family on Christmas Eve) we were able to have a leisurely Christmas day, coming home to relax and enjoying soup cooked by my resident chef (Dad).
4. We got to go back to the Triangle area and visit friends for a few days after Christmas, with no agenda, no pressure to do anything in particular, just the enjoyment of the company of dear friends (whom I miss terribly sometimes).
5. I did kind of overdo it on the whole build-up to the holiday and ended up exhausting myself, dissolving in tears a few times. It's my own fault, of course. I tried to do it all and didn't ask for help. I overestimated my own abilities, thinking I could be the supermom, superhostess, supercook, superhousecleaner, superwoman all at 32 weeks pregnant. Didn't quite work out.
6. Owen and I both did get the chance to sneak away for a salon day and both got rather extreme haircuts. Owen's is very cute and MUCH easier to deal with. Mine...well...you see the category this topic falls under. All I can say is: hair grows. I didn't mean to cut it so short, but my Mom got me to thinking about Locks of Love and donating my hair for wigs for cancer patients and in order to do Locks of Love, a person needs to be able to give 10 inches of hair. 10 inches of may hair meant cutting it right at my nape. It was Christmas. And, honestly, I've always had pretty good hair. So let someone else enjoy it for a while.
(BTW, there will be no photos of the new haircut on this blog, so forget about even asking. I hate photos of myself even when I think I look okay. I will, on the other hand, post some of Owen in her chic new do.)
Added: Right now I'm having trouble with either Typepad or my stupid Internet connection so seem to be unable to upload, so you'll have to wait for any new photos.
Anyway, that was it. That was Christmas come and gone.
And now we wait for the arrival of 2007...the year of my second daughter's birthday. Our second winter back in WNC. As always, I begin with hope...
Happy New Year.