Saturday, January 31, 2009
Christmas
Dear Ducky,
Your first Christmas was spent in Walnut Creek. The days leading up to it were very busy for your mama. I came home after work on Monday and did all of the grocery shopping for our feast. It was raining slightly that night and I pulled in the driveway next to our apartment so I could unload all of the goodies. That night I made a cream cheese, pesto, and sundried tomato pesto with the Cuisinart. The following night a cheesecake, and cranberry sauce was made. You were with me in the kitchen – we baked and listened to music. Your father greeted us on Tuesday night after skiing for three days in Mammoth with your grandmother and auntie Annika. He claimed to have skied one of the best runs of his life while there. He came in the door with a new sparkle in his eye and red, bristly cheeks. This will become a common sight for you over the years.
After making stuffing, packing, and picking up some wedding pictures along the way we landed in Walnut Creek. You aren’t even born yet but are already the star of the show! Everyone oooohed and ahhed over the home you have made in you mama’s tummy. It is a nice rounded home that sticks out over your mama’s jeans. You were in the company of your great grandmother, grandparents, and two soft kitty cats, Sophie and Elliot (Christmas gifts from years past).
After rubbing the turkey – your great grandmother calls all her turkeys Josephine – with olive oil and stuffing her with lemons and thyme, we sat in the living room listening to Christmas music. Your great grandmother read a book of essays on France and the rest of us simply soaked in the fire. We nibbled on sandwiches, bread and torta. Later in the day auntie Teresa and Doug came by with Alina. Alina gave you a favorite blanket of hers for Christmas – an extra soft blanket with a tiny lamb head in the center. It was soft soft and sweet that later in the evening your father wore it on his head to soothe his headache.
Later that day we enjoyed our feast of Turkey, cranberries, stuffing, roasted carrots, your great grandmother’s famous creamed corn, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Before digging in we expressed our gratitude for being together as a family and acknowledged all of the families split apart by the ongoing war in Iraq and the economic crisis that we are in. We toasted our new president elect, Barack Obama and also toasted you – the latest addition to our family.
A light rain fell that night and in the morning we opened up our stockings. Your mama will have to make one for you soon. Santa brought you some new pajamas and a kit so that we can capture your hand and footprints when you are born.
Right now you are in Lake Tahoe enjoying the warmth of the fire. Snow has blanketed everything and in a little while your father and I will take you out for a walk in the snow covered forest. We are looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday wiggling around in my tummy. Everyone is excited to learn if you are a boy or a girl – the first step in putting a face to the very wonderful mystery that you are.
Merry Christmas!
Your first Christmas was spent in Walnut Creek. The days leading up to it were very busy for your mama. I came home after work on Monday and did all of the grocery shopping for our feast. It was raining slightly that night and I pulled in the driveway next to our apartment so I could unload all of the goodies. That night I made a cream cheese, pesto, and sundried tomato pesto with the Cuisinart. The following night a cheesecake, and cranberry sauce was made. You were with me in the kitchen – we baked and listened to music. Your father greeted us on Tuesday night after skiing for three days in Mammoth with your grandmother and auntie Annika. He claimed to have skied one of the best runs of his life while there. He came in the door with a new sparkle in his eye and red, bristly cheeks. This will become a common sight for you over the years.
After making stuffing, packing, and picking up some wedding pictures along the way we landed in Walnut Creek. You aren’t even born yet but are already the star of the show! Everyone oooohed and ahhed over the home you have made in you mama’s tummy. It is a nice rounded home that sticks out over your mama’s jeans. You were in the company of your great grandmother, grandparents, and two soft kitty cats, Sophie and Elliot (Christmas gifts from years past).
After rubbing the turkey – your great grandmother calls all her turkeys Josephine – with olive oil and stuffing her with lemons and thyme, we sat in the living room listening to Christmas music. Your great grandmother read a book of essays on France and the rest of us simply soaked in the fire. We nibbled on sandwiches, bread and torta. Later in the day auntie Teresa and Doug came by with Alina. Alina gave you a favorite blanket of hers for Christmas – an extra soft blanket with a tiny lamb head in the center. It was soft soft and sweet that later in the evening your father wore it on his head to soothe his headache.
Later that day we enjoyed our feast of Turkey, cranberries, stuffing, roasted carrots, your great grandmother’s famous creamed corn, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Before digging in we expressed our gratitude for being together as a family and acknowledged all of the families split apart by the ongoing war in Iraq and the economic crisis that we are in. We toasted our new president elect, Barack Obama and also toasted you – the latest addition to our family.
A light rain fell that night and in the morning we opened up our stockings. Your mama will have to make one for you soon. Santa brought you some new pajamas and a kit so that we can capture your hand and footprints when you are born.
Right now you are in Lake Tahoe enjoying the warmth of the fire. Snow has blanketed everything and in a little while your father and I will take you out for a walk in the snow covered forest. We are looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday wiggling around in my tummy. Everyone is excited to learn if you are a boy or a girl – the first step in putting a face to the very wonderful mystery that you are.
Merry Christmas!
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