Thanksgiving has come and gone...We spent the afternoon and evening at my mom's where the czar dined on Dora the Explorer spaghettios. He refused everything else. He spent most of the day running from room to room, hiding under tables, flirting with every female and chasing my mom's cat.
'Tis the season for Starbucks' peppermint mocha coffee! And Christmas.
I've always been fond of Manhattan's radiant glow this time of year and how every street corner has (well, used to have) its own pretzel or nut vendor. Great smells to help you tolerate the freezing temperatures. After so many years of bah-hum-bug (which I just can't get into right now because I'm in a good mood), I get to enjoy this holiday season. Really. I am so thankful and fortunate to have a little boy in complete awe of his surroundings. He has no idea what this season is about and it's up to me to paint this picture. That is a wonderful thing. When he saw a Christmas tree in Lord & Taylor (in freakin' October), his eyes widened, he pointed and emitted a loud "ohhhhhhh!!!" It was magical and a taste of what was to come. On Wednesday we found ourselves wandering around the mall gawking at the festive decorations: "look at the bear!," oh, a reindeer!," "That's Santa!" His excitement got me excited. It was cool.
And here is our photo with Santa...and we didn't break his legs. That was also cool.
