December...

my little boy is 1. I can't believe it - it's been the longest and shortest year of my life. He's still in the bed with us, for those of you who are still wondering.


He has started saying "mama." I don't know if he means it yet, but the important thing to me is that he's making the sounds. We knew he had "dada" down. and "t" for the cats. Also, believe me or not, on the morning of the election results I said "let's go find out who the president is" and he said "president" in garbled terms, but three syllables with a "p" sound at the beginning. Good enough for me!


We had his birthday party today. I made a multi-tiered cake for his actual birthday on the 11th, but bought his cake at Joseph's in Southie for the party -- couldn't take the chance - cake is important. So, everybody had a great time and there were kids everywhere - Sean started cranking out at around 5 - next year we'll start the party earlier, like at noon.

Sean received a lot of presents and I realize the pitfalls of having a birthday party right on top of Christmas. Lots of presents two weeks later, then a whole year of no presents. December will be his favorite month, I'm certain.

We picked up our tree from Eric's uncle Bobby's Farm Market in Newton last weekend - so exciting! I didn't think we were going to manage that task. We even have a wreath up and some other decorative greens around the house. Score!


We had our family portrait done two weekends ago by Jack Foley, who took our wedding pictures. I don't know how I look in them. Is it because I'm 35 that I've started not to like pictures of myself? I'm considering a reshoot, much to the horror of my husband and Jack. What am I thinking? Should I just deal with the pictures already taken? It's just me I don't like in the shots.

That's the update - thanks for reading!

xo