Katie’s first Christmas was one for the record books.
I knew things would be different this year. Christmas was all about her and that’s how I wanted it. Some of the changes, however, were difficult.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t spend Christmas morning at my mom and dad’s house in Groveport. Everyone came to our house, instead, so Katie could have her first Christmas at home. I made a breakfast casserole and we ate around my dining room table instead of theirs. It’s good to start new traditions, but hard to let go of the old ones.
Christmas Eve was fun. Jason and I played Santa, getting all the presents stacked up around the tree, and he assembled her biggest present so we could play with her the next morning while we waited for everyone to arrive.
I had visions of Katie’s squeals of delight when she saw the tree and presents on Christmas morning, but she IS only eight months old. Of course she had no idea what was going on.
We taught her how to unwrap presents and then let her dig in. She liked the paper more than most of the toys, and her favorite gift of all seemed to be the hangers that her new pajamas came on.
Still, it was so much fun watching her have fun.
Once the presents were opened, it was time to get ready to go see more family. Little did we know that our Christmas Adventure had only begun…