For years, I haven’t been able to get into the Christmas spirit. Buying unnecessary presents for people who would probably rather just have the cash. Being forced to listen to Christmas carols on every single radio station. Feeling pressure to bake cookies and participate in other wholesome activities when what I really want to do is put my feet up. Even putting up the Christmas tree has felt like work.
But this year, everything is new and shiny again. I’m excited to buy gifts for Simon. I sing along to Christmas carols (and enjoy it!) because I want them to be a part of his childhood. I proudly showed Simon his very first Christmas tree, and took the spit up on my shirt as a sign that he shared my excitement. I’m looking forward to a tree covered in pipe cleaner ornaments and my little guy waking me up at 2am to open gifts. I can’t wait to share him with his family this Christmas season.
And what happened then…?
Well… in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
These family photos were taken when Simon was 8 weeks old. He screamed throughout the photo session, and these were the only shots that didn’t make us look like terrible parents.

































































































































































































lazy mom
So I didn’t post Simon’s 4 month photos until almost 6 months. What can I say? I’m much too tired to think up a believable excuse. These days, I have to congratulate myself every time I complete a basic task (like brushing my hair or putting on clean socks) because it’s quite possible that it will be the high point of the day. Jeremy walks in the door and I proudly point to my feet as proof that having a baby hasn’t completely crushed my spirit. Why is the baby naked? What am I, some sort of wizard?