He noticed the drool and the picture taking and asked what was up. Now this argument could have gone on for a long time despite my insistent toddler in the stroller demanding cookies, but then my lovely hubby stepped in. Self: Because you’re getting smarter in your old age. Why does my sub-concsious sound more and more like my mom? Self: By the time you buy everything to make this, it would be cheaper to buy it. Plus, when are you going to find time to pick up everything you need? December is two weeks away. Unless it was a complete flop, then it would be a huge waste of money and time. Family heirloom type stuff I could hand down to my kids. Me: But it would be more meaningful if I made it. You should be spending your spare time preparing for baby number two and writing. Self: Your mom will tell you your nuts, but you totally could. My basic sewing skills could totally handle pockets. Then I had one of those conversations with myself that went a little something like this. I stood there drooling over it for a while and took a picture. We were out and about and this beauty was on sale. Unfortunatly, champagne taste on a beer budget meant I always passed the pottery barn ones by due to the price. My criteria for an advent calendar was pretty simple. You tell yourself you’ll just have one…but you look down to discover you’ve eaten half the package. Their website is the shopping equivilant of double stuffed oreos. I’ve been eyeballing potential advent calendars for around three years now, and I found myself drifting back to the Pottery Barn website. Anyways, I wanted to have an advent calendar of fun surprises, activities and treats leading up to the December 25th. In fact I bought two…only one actually made it to December. I don’t mean the chocolate kind, although trust me, those have a place in our home too. One of the things I KNEW I wanted to do for London and for all my future kiddos, was an advent calendar. Let the traditions begin! (Say that in the voice of the announcer from The Hunger Games and it’s much more impressive.) To the Christmas Cd that’s been playing on repeat since before the Thanksgiving turkey was even on the table. Now that London is almost two, I finally get to put some of those traditions I’ve been mulling over into action, from baking cut-out sugar cookies for the major holidays… What would we have for breakfast on Christmas morning? How would we make birthdays special? What about Halloween? So even before I was pregnant with my first child, I was already thinking about the traditions I would create for my own little family. What do you mean everyone doesn’t have a family parade on the fourth of July where they bang pots and pans and sing the first verse of “Yankee Doodle ” over and over again because no one knows the rest of the song? You mean you DON’T walk down the stairs at Christmas to the same Christmas song every year? You know you aren’t really an adult right? It’s not official until you’ve water ski’d on one ski all the way to Indiana Beach and back. In fact, it took me a while to realize that other families DIDN’T have the same depth and intensity of traditions that my own did. Growing up my family was drenched in traditions, and it was just something I took for granted. Traditions, family traditions specifically, are one of my all time favorite things.
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