That’s me one year ago today – with a Shirley Temple and a six month plus bump.
How life does change.
Interestingly, this New Year’s Eve will be more relaxing than last year’s, mainly because of the fact that it’s not acceptable to bring the baby to the bar. However, there’s also the fact that a nine month old makes the holidays even more exhausting than they already are. I’m ready for a break.
Of course, a nine month old also gives a whole new meaning to the season, and creates wild excitement in the most time-tested and routine of holiday traditions. So far, Iris has donned her Santa outfit twice and tried to climb numerous piles of presents. She’s had her first taste of peppermint stick ice cream, and is passionate about anything with colored lights and goofy music. Imagine that.
But, as I said, it makes for a tired mum and da (who has been working since 5:30 this morning, good man). So I’ve made a giant crock of soup, am packing up the pj’s and preparing to head to my sister’s for an evening of eating, low key bevy drinking and watching their basset hound love my baby with his giant tongue.