Archive for November, 2009
This year, it took us three days to get the Christmas tree decorated and all our Christmas decorations laid out.
Last year, when I was six months pregnant, it took six hours. This year, we have a nine-month old little guy who insists on having our undivided attention. That means that nothing is worthy of stealing Nathan’s thunder.
Christmas tree included.
We started putting the tree up on Thanksgiving evening. Paul hauled the Christmas tree and all the decorations in from the shed. We started pulling out the limbs for assembly when we noticed something peculiar.
Something was awry with the limbs of our Christmas tree.
For once, it had nothing to do with baby poop. But it was something else that was equally disturbing.
Something that had left clumps of insulation throughout a handful of limbs.
A MOUSE NEST.
Yes, a mouse had built a little home for itself in the bowels of our Christmas tree limbs.
Expensive Christmas tree limbs. This is the kind of tree you can’t just throw away because of some mouse. Not that our tree is some grand, magnificent sight… but for three people living off of one income, it’s magnificent enough to not just throw away.
Fortunately, the little home was abandoned. There was no mouse to be seen. Just tufts of insulation embedded in the limbs of the tree, a grim reminder of the MOUSE THAT ONCE WAS. The mouse that lived (and I’m sure died) in our shed.
Remnants of a happy life once lived.
So we spent the entire Thanksgiving evening with bottles of Lysol and paper towels, sanitizing the shit out of each and every Christmas tree limb, peeling off wisps of mouse nest from in between the fake plastic pine needles.
But then there is my allergies. Apparently, I am allergic to Fake Christmas Tree Dust and Abandoned Mouse Houses and I had a pretty severe allergy attack. My rapid-fire sneezing has been non-stop since Thanksgiving. Every time I walk into the living room, my eyes start to swell, my nose starts itching, and my chest starts that familiar I’m-going-to-suffocate-you burn.
It feels like my body is TRYING TO KILL ME.
Because apparently, when we were hauling fake plastic Christmas tree limbs out from their temporary coffin, we let loose a cloud of Danger Dust. The kind of dust that accumulates on things outside, even things that are in a shed… a dust composed primarily of leaves, pollen, and mouse-house allergens.
So I’ve resigned myself to deep cleaning the entire house. The dust has gotta go.
I banish it.
Fortunately, it doesn’t seem as if Nathan has my allergies. Thankfully. The kid isn’t even phased. He likes looking at the twinkling lights on the tree, reaching out for the ornaments, and laughing at Mommy’s multiple sneeze marathons.
I absolutely love baby kisses.
And Nathan’s kisses are adorable. When he wants to give me a kiss, he opens his mouth and bobs his head around, like a baby bird waiting for his mom to drop food into his mouth. So I’ll usually bring him up to my cheek so he can give me a kiss. He’ll usually scrunch his face, open his mouth, and lick me. And that’s it. That’s how he gives kisses.
But the other day, his little kisses changed.
I was holding him in the recliner, taking softly to him in an attempt to get him into Sleepy Mode. He was leaning back in my arms, peering thoughtfully into my eyes, when all of a sudden, HE LUNGED AT ME.
WITH AN OPEN, DROOLING MOUTH.
Right onto MY mouth.
Caught off guard, I tried to move my head away. But my head was being stopped by this impenetrable force; the back of the recliner. And Nathan was attached to my face like a little suction cup.
I was stuck.
And when I moved my head from the left to the right to dislodge him so I could breathe, he pressed himself up even closer to me and planted a slobbery little hand on each cheek, smearing his saliva INTO MY PORES. When I finally peeled him off my body, he leaned back with a huge toothy grin covering his face.
“Ba-nya-nya ma ma ma!” he said proudly as strings of drool dribbled down his chin. It was all over my face, too. My mouth was covered in Nathan Drool, and so were my cheeks, chin, and nose.
Just from one single Nathan Kiss.
Although it’s a tad disconcerting to have sticky, dried slobber smeared all over my face, I still love those baby kisses. Because he really does think he’s giving me kisses. Well, to him, they are kisses.
And he’s damn proud of himself when he’s giving them to me.
Paul has taken a four-day weekend in celebration of Thanksgiving. Yesterday we stuffed ourselves so full of turkey that I’m surprised we didn’t start GOBBLING.
Now, we’re going to relax, watch a movie, and enjoy each other’s company. But not before I share some pictures of Nathan on Thanksgiving!
Like I mentioned yesterday, he didn’t take his nap so he was a bit moody. I had to take some pictures of him to cheer him up because he’s a rare breed and actually loves having his picture taken. So I got out the camera, and a huge smile brightened his face.
I thought taking just a picture or two would do the trick, so I put the camera away after a handful of pictures.
He started pouting.
So I turned the camera back on, but he wasn’t quite ready to forgive me for my transgression. He looked at me with Pouty Eyes that didn’t understand why I would put the camera away when we were having so much fun.
So after taking a few more pictures, his pout disappeared and he was grinning like a champ again. He looked lovingly into my eyes as if to say thank you, Mommy. Thank you for reading my mind and taking more pictures of my awesome self.
After a few more clicks, he actually started posing. Like a miniature model. Hand behind the head and all. He’s learning all the tricks on how to keep me taking pictures of his Awesome Cuteness.
Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving and are enjoying your holiday weekend!