In an effort to Kick This Christmas’s Butt in atonement for the epic lameness that was last year, we partied hardy this weekend.
It began inauspiciously with the lighting of the National Christmas tree on Thursday. Our lottery-earned tickets were wasted because Fluffy’s 4-year check up ran late, so we missed Obama’s address. Then since the boys melted down like so much repurposed gold, we left without really getting a great look at all the state trees. I think we’ll have to head back in the day time.
Then came the battle of Bull Run Regional Park Festival of Lights. The boys added their own holiday soundtrack of misery and protestation against their snowsuits as we drove through the light display. Shoot. Me. Now. Fortunately, the moment we got to Santa’s Village and carnival and I put those babies in carriers on my front and back, it was baby bliss. Fluffy braved not only the ferris wheel, roller coasters and sky shooter, but also the most frightening ride of all, Santa’s knee!
Saturday was a marathon.
9:30 – Photo shoot with Ethingtons at our house.
10:30 – Princess birthday party! Fluffy dropped off in princess attire.
11:00 – Make potatoes and peppermint brownie bites for ward party
12:30 – Twilight party! Kent went to this movie with me of his own free will. I promised Kent that there would be an action sequence in this movie. I also promised him that there would not be much of it and that it would be lame. And boy did I deliver.
3:00 – Preschool party! Whole family attended the Christmas party at Fluffy’s preschool.
5:00 – Drive around to see Christmas lights.
6:00 – Ward Christmas party!
7:30 – Slumber party! I had promised Fluffy that as a special treat I would have a sleep over in her room this weekend. We laughed and told stories in the glow of her pink Christmas tree until way too late. Tres awesome!
At some point I’m going to read “Unplugging the Christmas Machine” and have a quiet Christmas at home (HAHAHA, I’m such a home body, right?), but for this year, we’re making a gingerbread castle from homemade blueprints and visiting every marshmallow roasting pit within driving distance–in coordinated outfits.
Get your Christmas on.