BLOGMAS CATCH-UP: #19-21
The dedicated few following along may have noticed the lack of posts this week. As happens every time I have a school break, I seem to have contracted the flu. It is, without fail, the most consistent element of the holidays for me. Needless to say, the combination of sickness and restless kiddos has made it very challenging to sit down and write. Admittedly, I may have also dragged my feet on #19 because the prompt feels a little lame.
Blogmas #19: Best Mistletoe Kiss
I have two initial reactions to this. First, the implicit obligation to kiss someone beneath mistletoe feels off, but this is the holidays I'll refrain from a feminist diatribe (this time). Secondly, I don't think I've ever kissed anyone beneath mistletoe. So, I don't really have a lot to say here. I suppose the one thing I can offer is the ideal kiss, and which would probably look the same under mistletoe as it would any other place.
For me, the ideal kiss is, of course, consensual. It's slow, and the lips come together like delicate layers of phyllo dough. I'm not big on a lot of tongue action, but the occasional hint is hot and welcome. If the kiss lingers, a quick, sharp bite to the bottom lip drives me wild. I am, of course, just describing my first kiss with Mallerie (succinctly).
Blogmas #20: Best place to celebrate Christmas
When you have a blended family, celebrating Christmas is more of an endeavor than an event. There are grandparents, two Christmases for the twins, and the traditional early wake-up call on the 25th. This year, though, we're trying something a little different: once the girls get back from their mom's, we're loading up the whole family and heading to White Sands, New Mexico. Hopefully, it will mark the beginning of a holiday tradition: small road trips to new places.
I'm really stoked about the idea of celebrating in White Sands because my mom has been raving about the snow-white sand dunes for twenty years and I've never made it there. Mallerie has researched the national park, and it looks like we'll be able to sled on the dunes in 55 degree weather. Hard to complain about all the images of Christmas without the frost and fussy, shivering littles!
Blogmas #21: How Many Presents Under the Tree?
So, last year we set a rule that each person could only get the littles one present. The end result? Forty-two damn presents under the tree. That's too much. Way too much. Naturally, this year we were even more adamant.
Did anyone listen? No. Of course not. Look at the hot mess that was an early Christmas with only one set of grandparents and one aunt:
Dear sweet baby Jesus, why do folks keep on with this nonsense? We have five kids. Where are we supposed to store all these toys?!
Right now, the main Christmas looks manageable with only 5 presents under the tree, but that's because only one aunt has wrapped anything. We've got presents in closets and attics, all waiting for pretty paper. We're in no rush, though, because Grayson is a champ at unwrapping anything under the tree, and he doesn't wait for Santa.
