There is something so special about starting holiday traditions with my own little family.
Now that the nugget is a year older, I cannot wait to share all of my holiday excitement with him. I know that he's still a little too young to really know what's going on, but I feel like he's old enough to realize that it's something out of the ordinary and special.
So far, we have gone to pick out Gabe's 2012 ornament for the tree (Epic fail. He picked a truck, of course, but would have no part of said truck hanging on the tree out of his reach for playing. Said truck is now "all gone," hiding in the back of the tree where it cannot be seen. Try again next year!), I have purchased his Christmas jammies and story book for Christmas Eve (a tradition that I am carrying on from the Nana), and we have watched a few Christmas specials here and there.
And this past weekend, we took Gabe to his very first parade. Neither J nor myself could even remember the last time we had been to a parade. This was made painfully obvious when we found a parking spot and started to unload the car, only to realize that we had been so stupid as to not bring chairs or even a blanket to sit on. (I blame the pregnancy brain.) But we soldiered on to our chosen spot, which was luckily right outside of a Rite Aid. J promptly purchased us a little blanket to save our backsides from the wet grass.
Gabe loved it. He watched and watched, occasionally waving to the paraders, clapping his hands, pointing, and oohing and aahing at all of the cars. Some classic cars, some race cars, some mini-Shriner-cars, some big trucks hauling floats, and also some motorcycles thrown in for good measure. He also caught on quickly to the fact that candy was being thrown. Man, did he love that lollipop...
|The many faces of Gabe.|