Baby's First Christmas

We had a great Christmas spent with family. 

On Christmas Eve we had a dinner party for both our families and it was wonderful to have everyone in one place. No moving around, driving, etc. I feel like babies do that. They bring people together. This year was obviously a significant one, as it was Jude's first Christmas.

I thought long and hard about this. I'm not one of those moms that dresses my child up in a mini santa or elf suit, I don't purchase onesies documenting in writing what is going on ("baby's first [fill in the blank]"), I don't really become a huge goober about it all. I just try to take it all in, and enjoy the experience.

So he wore a cute outfit, plaid wool overalls in Christmas colors and new little shoes. He got to hang out with everyone, crawl after his little, but bigger cousin (who was terrified of him, might I add). I didn't run after him snapping photos. I just took it all in.

When present opening time came that morning, he obviously was too little to really get what was happening. He noticed us destructing wrapping paper and decided to try to pull our tree down in honor of it all. I let him play with balled up wrapping paper and ribbons. He completely took to the little toys gifted to him (wooden blocks a rattle and a xylophone), more so than I thought, seeing as most of the time the box is the thrill. 

I loved every minute of his first Christmas. But I don't think I went over the top. Sure it would have been cute to get a gushy picture of him staring at me, sitting in front of the Christmas tree with an elf hat on (not the elf hat part so much), but I didn't and I'm ok with that.

I was also extremely tardy about Christmas cards (I blame it on not having a family portrait) and therefore I've decided to send out "New Year" cards. I'll get on that!

Am I a terrible mother? Taking cell phone photographs and being all nonchalant about my son's first ever Christmas? Who knows.