Christmas Time and an Uncle Visit

Oh Christmas time, this time of year always stresses me out to some degree, whether it be shopping for others, planning our birthdays, and making sure that I'm enjoying the season and making the most of it, which now includes making the most of it for a kid. 

This year we get off easy, and probably next year too, because she has no concept of Christmas, and so I don't feel incredibly bad for opting to buy a fake tree because a) I didn't want to lug one home and then put it up. b) I didn't want to water it every day. c) I didn't want to constantly vacuum up needles. What do all of these reasons mean? I am lazy as hell, or that I have a seven month old, whatever. 

The house is completely decorated, even the tree, and I managed to get Evey's name embroidered on her stocking! 

All of this makes me feel accomplished but I feel bad that we don't have lights up outside yet, and it might not happen at this stage of the game (but I'm also a little happy cause apparently we're getting a horrid storm tonight). And I also want to make a salt dough handprint ornament with the wee one, but I guess I still have time for that. Oh yah, and attempt all those pretty baby Christmas photos I've been pinning;)

I'm glad we did the tree lighting, and that I've managed to get a couple cute Christmasy photos of her like this one where she's watching the train under the tree.

 And we even went to see Santa last weekend! The poor girl's already got stranger anxiety, throw in tiredness and a creepy guy in weird clothes and a beard and we were definitely not going to get a smiling Evey.

But it's still cute;)

We also went to our neighbors wonderful Christmas party, which Evey attended for about half an hour before needing to go to bed. But we totally went back to the party because our video monitor's signal could reach! But then she woke up and Chris went home and I got to stay and have another glass of wine;)

Chris' brothers were in town this last weekend, which was nice because Sean hadn't met Evey yet. They went with us to see Santa and then we spent a lazy day at the house until they took us out to dinner for our upcoming birthdays.

 

So I'm going to ignore the "20,000 things you can do to make your baby's first Christmas magical" pins that I, guiltily, pinned, and I will sit back and relax with the knowledge that Evey will have some photographic evidence of her first Christmas, and that she won't remember a damn thing anyway.