Whether or not this is the most wonderful time of the year, I can attest to the fact that it is fun with Aaron. He is at the perfect age for all this crap. Mike and I are
those parents who tell their son that Santa is pretend, but Aaron doesn't buy our lies for a single second. We went to our town's tree lighting ceremony, at the end of which Santa makes an appearance on the roof of City Hall and climbs (precariously) down a firetruck ladder. Whenever I say that Santa isn't real, he retorts, "You were there when he climbed down the ladder. You saw him!" It's probably good that he has a healthy amount of skepticism for things we tell him. I am surprised at how uncomfortable I am with the Christmas stuff. It's not like I'm soooo Jewish. But Aaron knows about Chanukah and we'll light the menorah. He goes to preschool now, so he pointed out that we do not light the kinara. Does anyone celebrate Kwanzaa anymore? It seems so '90s.
We went to the home of one of my colleagues to decorate a gingerbread house yesterday. It's a real production. I went friday to help bake the pieces, which include melted lifesavers to make stained-glass windows. By the end of the day yesterday, Aaron was
covered in candy, frosting and "glue" (meringue fluff), as was his yellow car (see below)
In the beginning:
It's hard to tell, but on the right hand side, there are gummy dinosaurs attacking the house. In front, of course, are cars, also attacking.
The "bumblebee car" gets an adornment.
Painting cookies with a heavy hand.
The finished product. No that's not the virgin Mary on top, that's Santa coming down the chimney.
