baby rocks.

Hello! We’re back in sunny Southern California again and of course I’m keeping myself so busy that I’m missing in action in the virtual world. But that’s a good thing. 

This season has already been extra enjoyable now that we have a little one to share it with. And it’s actually been pretty chilly over here, which is unusual, but nice because it lends to the Christmas mood. I never knew how much more festive Christmas could be when you had cold weather. Which is not the only reason it’s much more festive in New York for Christmas. I love the lights streaming over the streets and frost decorating everyone’s storefronts. I love passing the Christmas trees lining the sidewalks by our house, and the giant 7-foot snowman filled with air we pass on our way home everyday that we stop to say hi to and give high-fives. One of our favorite things is to go to the Christmas Market in Union Square and look at all the little booths and shop for unique gifts. We left too early though and didn’t make it down there. I’m hoping to find a quaint town around here that we can go to and walk around, and not just a strip mall to drive to.

I’m missing my husband a lot, and wishing so much I hadn’t left him so early. I feel terrible knowing he’s home alone, with our Christmas tree and the empty house, while we’re over here with family and eggnog and a house full of laughter. I’m definitely never doing that to him again. Especially considering this is our first Christmas with our baby, I don’t know how I didn’t consider how sad that was going to be for him to take off so early in December. I feel like a horrible person. He’s such a sweet man for never saying anything and wanting us to spend the time over here.

The only other thing I am missing though, are my Bradley Girls and their Babes. A couple days before I left we got together to take their pictures with Santa over at Portrait Bug. Both boys cried with Santa, and both girls loved him. The photographer said that’s typical; most boys dislike him and most girls are totally fine. Kinda funny. I had always thought boys were supposed to be tougher, but so far in my mommy experience it is quite the opposite. For everything! One little bump and our boys will wail, while the girls can take a crazy spill and they just pop right back up and keep on laughing. We were really lucky to have got this shot though. Everyone looking, no one crying. We were there for nearly an hour all together. What BFFs. It was funny to now be the one putting my baby on Santa’s lap. It’s still surreal, and yet completely normal.