The first Christmas: when wrapping paper itself is more interesting than what’s underneath it.
Another holiday. Another holiday dilemma. Do we really pretend there’s a Santa Claus for Max? And buy, buy, buy? And if not, how do we one day explain to a THREE year old that Santa doesn’t really exist when all his friends (or at least all his non-Jewish friends) DO have a Santa that visits THEM? (Sigh.) We just do the Santa thing. And explain later. Easier to ride the horse in the direction it’s going sometimes. We’ll just be sure to throw a little more meaning into the holiday — not just Santa and toys!
It’s a FIRST for many things this year. Max’s first Christmas. His first visit to Santa. The first year I bake cookes as a MOM. And the first year I cook a turkey.
Yes I know what you’re thinking, how could this be my FIRST year cooking a turkey? Well, most the time I was home for Christmas where my mom is in charge of turkey cooking. And on the years I wasn’t home, I bought a pre-cooked turkey. Why spend all day cooking a turkey for only 2? But since there’s now Max, making it 3, I guess the all day turkey cooking is worth it.
Hope you all have a great weekend – whether you’re celebrating Christmas or just enjoying some yummy spiked egg nog.
Max was standing before he was crawling. We’d try to get him to crawl, but all he wanted to do was work on standing up! Now he crawls around some, but still, all he REALLY wants to do is stand. He loves it!
The only thing is, he needs to be holding on to something or he’ll fall down, so he ends up standing there, holding on to the gate unable to do anything else. But he doesn’t care. He’d rather stand there than play with his toys.
My parents sent a table toy that he loves, so now he can do both: stand AND play at the same time. But we sit with him while plays with it since (when not holding on to something) he’s flat on his back in 2 minutes if we’re not there to catch him.
Some day soon his balance will be there. Then one foot in front of the other. And that’s when we’re in trouble. It’s time to kid-proof the house. Now!
This is coming from my nerdy-insect-loving-12-year-old-boy part of me. And not only am I writing about it, but I actually have footage to go with it. That’s sooo nerdy. But I was fascinated by this cricket. At least I think it’s a cricket? If anyone knows different, please email me what it is!
We had moved some boxes and other things outside while we were moving them out of one storage area into another. When I went outside in the morning to sort through some things, I saw him. At first out of the corner of my eye, I thought it was a dead leaf stuck to the box. I’m almost brushed it away, but just before I did, I realized it was some sort of creature.
Then, because of his pale brown color, I thought HE was dead. I was like, Wow, he died while hanging upside down and now he’s stuck there somehow… Then, he moved! Just a tiny movement of his head to check me out.
I wonder what he was thinking about me. Hey lady, my color is brown so you’ll think I’m dead and leave me alone! Now shoo!
I’m finally done working the long 14 hour days. Yes, 14. Filming does not make for 9-5 jobs. We are in a constant race against the clock to film everything on schedule. A typical day starts at 6:00am and wraps by 8:00pm. And the crew, the guys busting their ass to make it all happen, work even longer hours because they have to wrap up all their equipment when filming for the day is done. Actors, Directors and Producers are the lucky ones who can just walk away after the last second of filming ends.
You know I never work and tell, but I will say that this project involved Sex and the City, a crazy woman and an arrest. Maybe from that you’ll be able to guess which film I’m talking about when it’s finally released. Not.
The best part of working the long hours, is that there’s time to get to know some really great people. (Of course there’s always a few you could do without.)
And the worst part, at least for me right now, is having to leave in the morning before Max wakes up and not getting home until he’s already in bed.
