Let’s be honest – at this point, no one really cares about anyone else’s Christmas. But here I am, blogging it. Partly for me. Partly for my mom. And partly because what else am I supposed to do with my iPhone photos?!
See? It’s a real dilemma.
I’m starting with the Monday before Christmas, when Taylor and I celebrated the season with a little Christmas date. We opted to forgo gifts for each other this year, not because we don’t loooooove STUFF, but because we really just don’t need anything.
So instead of gifts, we treated ourselves to a delicious, romantic dinner and a stroll downtown before coming home and crashing by 9pm.
We weren’t quite sure where to go, but ultimately decided on the Cheesecake Factory. 1) Because it’s delicious and 2) because Taylor had never been and I couldn’t resist the opportunity of watching him try to decide on a dessert.
After we were uncomfortably full, we managed to take a quick walk around downtown to soak up the Christmas lights, before eventually heading back home where we could unbutton our pants in peace, sans judgment.
After working the next few days, Christmas Even was upon us! Which meant time for another Annual Best Friend’s Christmas Eve breakfast. Yeah. Say that five times fast. Or don’t. And just keep scrolling.
I met Allison bright and early for french toast and gift exchange at our beloved Cracker Barrel.
I got a beautiful watercolor and a hilarious book, but to be honest it was all but eclipsed by my little man’s present. Because LOOK AT THOSE TINY BOOTS!
After a quick shopping run and some lunch, Taylor and I headed out to Dallas for Christmas Eve with my family. The festivities are the same every year – tamales and presents and lots and lots of laughs with the clan.
THE present of the year was our stroller, gifted to us by my stepdad. Everyone had a blast playing with it, plus it came in super handy for carting presents out to the car at the end of the night.
Once our bellies and trunks were full of goodies, it was time to head home to Fort Worth. The next morning we slept in a bit and then headed out to spend the day with Taylor’s family.
And we brought this guy along, because what Christmas is complete without a basset hound wrapped up in a green and red blanket while you open presents? NONE – exactly.
I’m not sure what the high wound up being on the 25th, but as someone who is 8 months pregnant, I can tell you it felt like it was about a THOUSAND degrees out. Reality may have been more like 75, but still, it was pretty miserable, and not at all Christmasy. Regardless, I still made my boys pose for Christmas photos.
It went super well.
The final (and best result) of course wound up being the one where I look the most puffy and exhausted. But you know why that is? Because I am. I am puffy and exhausted.
I love these two more than words! The entire day I just kept thinking about how next Christmas will be SO different – my baby will be here! Not only will he be here, he’ll be HUGE! And oh man – all.the.feels.
And that’s it! Just like that, Christmas 2015 is a wrap! I can’t believe we are just days away from the new year, and I REALLY can’t believe I’m just weeks away from meeting our little boy. Life is a freakin’ rollercoaster. I’m trying my hardest to get a little blogging consistency back over the next few months, because I’ve got so much to capture, so stay tuned and more importantly – stay on my case.
Love you mean it.