It's kinda been like that, this past month. Let me 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Three! Three! THREEE! My girl is three! Three birthday parties, so very many cupcakes, fun, sore feet, BIG GIRL. Then, Thanksgiving, which is just like Norman Rockwell but with a gaggle of New York Jews (Erwin Rockowitz?), plus MOAR BERFDAY on account of four of the five little kid cousins have November birthdays. Next came the worst, most horrific mucus-laden cold ever in the history of the world which attacked just before a 4-day cross-country work trip to sort of the middle of nowhere in Oregon. (Think I'm kidding? Look up Roseburg, OR.) Still, traveling alone with the world's worst cold was still 847 times easier than traveling anywhere with a small child. My snot and I got to read lots of books.
 Roberta (@DCZia)12/2/11 6:24 PM Oh my god, my head is full of snot. I am utterly besnotted. |
Home to continue drowning in nasal secretions, and marking my days by the number of wet pants sent home with my allegedly potty-training child. Managed to get a Christmas tree.
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I think she wants to go next time.
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/12/11 5:40 PM I just realized I left my Kindle in an airplane seat back pocket. I fail at Kindle ownership. Dumbass. |
Back home to a panic of ordering and addressing holiday cards and madly clicking through all of Amazon to order Christmas and Hanukkah presents for everyone. Plus a minute amount of actual going to a store and dealing with the other humans. And some burning questions about perfect holiday gifts.
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Somewhere in here, this happened:
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/11/11 9:07 AM I may be forced to conclude that The Age Of The Nap is over. Shoot. Adieu. Sigh. |
The multiple crazed calls to American's Lost and Found in Chicago actually paid off, and restored my faith in humanity. It was practically my very own Miracle on 34th Street.
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/15/11 2:11 PM Thanks to several people Doing The Right Thing, American is Fed Exing my Kindle, and it will be back in my absent-minded paws tomorrow. |
And holy crap, I don't even know what else, because it is all a blur of UPS Store trips, gift cards, ugly red sweaters at office parties, extra fees for rush shipping, address labels, wrapping paper, and ribbon, and I wished I were a brown paper package tied up with string, because then I could just LIE THERE under the tree and look at the pretty, pretty lights.
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/9/11 9:08 PM My sweet Jewish husband just does not understand my desire to sit and look at my pretty Yule tree, bless his li'l Ashkenazi heart. |
One of my best friends sent me this.
It's a Beyonce The Giant Metal Chicken magnet, in case you couldn't tell. Knock knock, motherfucker. Just read that Bloggess post. That will explain it all.
And then for some reason, we decided it was a good idea to have a party on December 23, because we weren't going anywhere. So we invited neighbors and friends and small children over. Drinks were drunk, much soup and cheese and chocolate was consumed, the adults chatted, the small children ran amuck, and a good time was had by all. And there was this:
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/18/11 9:12 AM My daughter gets the words "nipples" and "antlers" confused. Holiday hilarity ensues. |
We did Christmas/Yule on December 24, and had a great day at home, unwrapping presents, making beef bourgignone, and sipping wine in front of the fire.
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/24/11 4:05 PM Christmas Eve dinner: beef borguignone. Using butter like my life depends on it. |
We drove to New Jersey on Christmas Day and did Jewish Christmas, wherein my husband and I went to a movie, and then ate really good Chinese food with the family. More present overload on the 26th, with the annual family Hanukkah fest. More wine, bagels, lox, whitefish, present unwrapping, wine, fire, repeat. We drove home yesterday, the car bumper practically dragging on the Turnpike due to the load of the kid's loot, good grief. The four hour trip somehow took eight hours due to traffic, construction, rain, and I don't even know what.
| Roberta (@DCZia) 12/27/11 6:47 PM Our 4 hour trip home to DC from NJ is at 7 hours and counting. How do I loathe thee, I95? Let me count the ways... |
And now I'm sitting here in a stupor in my office, wishing I had just a teensy weensy bit more leave time, so I could still be on vacation. Because it all really has been uncommonly wonderful, if uncommonly busy. I'm happy, my kid is magnificent, and I am afloat in good cheer from the family and friends I am so lucky to have. Drink Sing we joyous all together, heedless of the wind and weather.
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