It really is that good to celebrate this otherwise consumery, family obligation filled time of year with a tiny one who just sees the marvelousness. Our little guy makes me remember why the whole thing is magical. It isn’t about presents for him (partly because we don’t make it about presents…not much Santa talk going on here).
This year, this season is all sparkly lights, candles, putting a tree in our house, holding hands, and talking about raindeer who fly. And of course Hanukkah. Smarty brought home a menorah he made in preschool a few weeks ago. It is pink and sparkly with bolts glued to the top that the candles fit in.
Last year when we lit the menorah candles he sang “happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear menorahhhhhh,” and blew out all the candles.
Plus, a big fat congratulations to Cali, who is pregnant after a very, very long road. It is early, I know, but for fuck’s sake I am so happy for her! Pregnant! There are not enough exclamation marks in the world.