At this point you can probably already tell where we are headed with this. Plans....high hopes....those usually spell disaster right?
This past weekend I had a full day of Christmas fun planned. As much as I love our extended family, sometimes I want to make memories with just the three of us and it just so happened that Sunday was our only day that it would just be us so I wanted to make it special. So we all got bundled up and headed out to the town parade. I just knew Ethan would looove all the people and the hoopla.
We got to the square just as the policemen arrived on their horses. I made sure to point them out to Ethan at which point Michael proceeds to tell Ethan something funny..."Hey Ethan, you know why they put the horses at the end of the parade don't you?"
What? Are you for serious Michael?
"Oh yeah, you didn't know that Laura? They always put the horses at the end because of the poop."
***insert exasperated sigh here and if we are being honest probably an eye roll***
We missed it. We missed the parade. Major mom fail.
It was okay though.
Plan number two would be great.
We were headed to Nashville to see the lights at Opryland.
30 minutes later we arrive and I'm trying to not be grumpy about the whole situation. We drive around and around...the parking lots seem to be a huge maze and we can't find a way in. Finally we ask someone where to go and turns out parking is $20. Obviously I'm not paying $20 for parking just to walk around a hotel. So we park off the beaten path. I get Ethan out of the car seat only to find that he is soaked. Like soaked up to his chest. I thought it was pee, later we found out it was juice that had spilled out of his cup, anyways his outfit was done for.
Did I mention I had dressed him up all cute in hopes we would get the classic Santa photo? Yeah.
We changed him into the spare outfit I miraculously had in the car and were on our way.
This place was a maze. A maze of stairs! We of course had a stroller and were less than thrilled with all the hassle of everything.
You know what though?
Ethan had a fabulous time. As soon as we walked in the door his face lit up and all we heard was "Woah!" and "Wow!" and "Ho,ho,ho." It was worth all the frustration of the day. The long waits for the elevator, the $10 burgers, the washing of the car seat when we got home. Every single bit. It was worth it.
|I promise he had fun even if this picture doesn't show it...I gave up trying to take pictures eventually haha!|
On our way home I reflected on my memories of Christmas and found that most of them involved some kind of mishap.....
Like last year when I had Ethan dressed up in his special Christmas outfit and he had the biggest, nastiest poop explosion I think he's ever had to date. I didn't think that Janie and Jack white gingerbread onesie would ever be white again!
Or almost having a tree fly off our car roof a couple years ago while we were driving down the interstate due to a bad rope purchase.
Or our very first tree as a couple that ended up in our bedroom due to strange apartment rules. We had radiator heating and ended up sleeping in sweatshirts, hats and gloves that whole month because we were too scared the tree might catch on fire if we turned our radiators on.
I realized that night that Christmas memories aren't always made of the perfect days. Sometimes the best Christmas memories are the ones you look back on and laugh about later.
When we look back on this year, we will most certainly remember that it was the year that Ethan almost got to see his first parade.