The one with Max's picture was a gift from my mom a long time ago, the snowflake is a 1970 sterling Gorham ornament from ebay (in case you're wondering). Each year there's a different design and i just absolutely L-O-V-E them and can't wait to have many more. Every time i look at one I think of Max's adulthood and his own tree …whether a charlie brown or a full fledged real tree, i hope these ornaments are hung with special memories attached to them.
speaking of trees, we hoisted ours up on december 1st…well we, as in my husband only because he's so picky about where the ornaments go. he bought all the ornaments, he had all the ornaments since before we met, and heck some of them are even older than me (like 30+ years old). he's got this way of organizing them where it's supposed to look spread out and full. the shapes of the ornament dictate where on the tree they're to be hung. oh and he hates it when the tree branches aren't all spread out and 'fluffed' out. my OCD tendencies do not target the tree at all…I'm more on the WHATEVER WHEREVER side, so each year since even before Max was born, I'm given a date where i would head out and come home to a completed tree and a husband feeling accomplished.
I'm currently on vacation now till sometime near new years. in the pre-baby days i would consider this almost way too much time to be off and would look forward to OT calls that I want to snatch. however at this point, i don't have my Christmas shopping done and I'm not even in a state where i know what I'm going to be getting people. Our days at the mall are pre-planned where i know where to go and what to buy….but most importantly, what route to take to avoid distractions that would cause some lengthy delays during our excursion. all Max needs to see are those kids rides, escalators, elevator buttons, that blue car in that cellphone shop, a toy store and there we have it…delay delay delay! I'm getting some windows of acceptance for the ERGO again but man is the kid heavy and I'm barely able to carry stuff plus kid nowadays. phew! so, our shopping days are stretched out over a few weeks and because of this now seemingly chronic activity, Max now says "Max shopping!" or "Max shopping?" or "mama shopping?" a brewing shopaholic oh no!