Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Christmas Magic

This is probably news to no one but me. I have found the evolution of Christmas from childhood magic to family responsibility a bit of a depressing transition.

I think we've established that this is not a holiday or a vacation of any kind for mothers and women - what with the responsibility of creating that magical glamour of Santa and presents and beautiful food without showing any visible signs of stress or effort. This particular cycle has stopped with me since I broke up with that poisonous friend Molly Martyr a couple years back.

Jason brings a lot of the magic with his non-hatred of stores. We've managed to 50/50 split most of the responsibilities and this year we had shopping, knitting (even off the rails felting) and wrapping done well before the Christmas Eve drive to the Ottawa Valley.

Our families gave us the fantastic gift of not having to worry about meals since Jason's folks hosted us and my family on Christmas Day (Mom and Dad drove to Smith's Falls from Barrie!!) and Charlotte hosted Boxing Day. What a gift not having to choose between families or to cook.

Fenner got atrociously spoiled the whole time and when we got home the evening of Dec 27th. We opened our door and found this under our tree.

A shiny new red bike. WITH AN ELEPHANT HORN!!!
Totally out of left field, unexpected and beautiful. I'm a cynical sarcastic 35/6 year old and this was a perfect moment of Christmas Glamour that I never thought I would see again.

Fenner got her first bike (and somehow knew exactly what to do with it).

I got to feel that crazy Christmas morning feeling like somehow a million gifts were bestowed upon me with no possible answer as to where they came from.

Thank you Debra. It is an impossibly generous and glowing gift.

PS: Fenner doesn't say Happy Holidays - she says Happy Chanukah!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Moving right along.

Where the hell did the Fall go? Clearly, I was riding high on the effects of better sleep patterns and healthy living in November.

Blogging is the first on the activities to go in times of sleeplessness and busy work. Sorry about that. One of my resolutions is to keep it regular if not often - my writing is getting sloppy as a result.

On that note - PICTURES!

Ill fitting cashmere hat and alpaca cables in tree.
Play date in awesome neighbourhood. I had the opportunity to look after Fenner's friend Ella of rolling rolling fame. These kids are such hams.
To end the year I give you my family's annual sleigh ride and visit with Mimi, Fenner's Great-Grandmother. In this case wearing a cashmere Pretty Thing - as a knitter during the acrylic years, Mimi deserves as much cashmere as I can get her.

Fenner loves Mimi like no kid I've ever seen and vice versa. It melts my cold dead heart every time we get together to watch them play.
One of the few and far between pictures of me with my older brother, Dan. I dig this guy - great Dad, solid husband and fine example of a brother. We had a great time at the annual Hendriks' Christmas party this year. Many laughs.
Fenner has been talking about her cousins for the past 3 months. There are 4 of them the youngest of which is Luke - who wore Fenner's snowsuit last. Every time she puts that snowsuit on we talk about Cousin Lukie. He is a year older than she and is a total snuggle bunny which is a perfectly complimentary skillset when she has been tired out by RUNNING WITH COUSIN CLAIRE!

Maddy, the eldest of the 4 cousins, has mad herding skillz when it comes to getting her siblings, cousin, adults out the door. I'm not sure when she grew up in the last 4 months but holy hannah I know adults that could learn a thing or two about patience, compromise and staying true to themselves from this person.
F and I have had a couple of evening's flying solo over the past few weeks. We've found a way to make wool together. She often requests some time to make some wool - if my reserves of patience allows it we'll take some time to spin and twirl.

A natural evolutions from rolling if you ask me.