This movie has been in my family for years. It is my Mother. It is my Father. It is my parents staying up late to wrap presents together every Christmas Eve when my brother and I were little and watching this movie together. It is being forced to watch such a stupid movie because my parents are making me. It is watching a movie that I like certain parts of. It is now loving a movie because of the tradition, because of the singing and dancing, costumes, great 50's sayings, and lovable characters. It is now a movie that I watch at least three times a Christmas season because it makes me feel Christmas. It makes me feel my Mom. It makes me feel so happy.
To me, White Christmas is Christmas.
So, welcome to our family tradition:
Watching White Christmas as a family, old 40's and 50's Disney Christmas cartoons and everyone's favorite appetizers like shrimp cocktail, artichokes, cookies, barbeque wings, and a meat and cheese plate.
Here's to you, Mom. Merry Christmas. Wish you were here.
From Etsy seller ModishVintage: Vintage 1960s white ceramic Christmas tree with multi colored lights. Removable plastic ornaments, molded base, central lighting cord with switch, light texture snow on tip of the branches. Really beautiful when lit up!
Good God do we love trucks! Liam spied the street cleaning trucks outside and we followed them for five or six blocks before we couldn't catch up with them anymore. We found these trucks, FOUR OF THEM!!!!, on our walk home. We are some lucky people - FOUR trucks in our own neighborhood.
Making pumpkin bread. Liam ate so much of the batter that the loaves were teeny tiny when they were done. He said he was "helping" so it was okay. Anybody that cute can "help" like that whenever they want.
It was cool to see him get into cooking for the first time. He was so proud and said "Iam do it" and then he'd stir the flour and sugar. It was so great, granted the kitchen looked like a flour bomb had hit it, but it was great.
We really pumped up Halloween. We watched Charlie Brown's Great Pumpkin every night for the whole week, read Halloween movies, carved pumpkins, roasted the seeds, made bread, and went to a few Halloween themed parties around town. Liam was so excited that for the last few days before it, he wanted to wear his costume everywhere. Here is the cow at the park.
We made a lot of crafts as well. I am a crafter, that's how I think. I know... I'm a dork. But please try to consider me a hipper version of Martha, okay? I would totally make something with records. Or vintage something. That would be amazing.
Anyway, here is one of them. I cut out the body and eight legs. Liam pasted them wherever he wanted. Apparently it's a spider that Mommy took care of, if you know what I mean.
Trick or treating! Liam was SO PUMPED for it! He was so timid for the first house. We went to our neighbor Linda's house first. He said trick or treat twice and when he got his candy, he immediately took it out of his bag, handed it to me, and asked "Mommy, open please." By the fourth house, Liam got what was going on and shoved his hand into the bowl to help himself.
After a few more neighbors' houses, we went to our friends houses and joined them. Our friends all have two and four year olds. They are ALL boys, so it's a funny energy. By energy, I mean WILD ALL THE TIME. We had a Tigger, a Sun and Moon, a Cow, and a Cowboy and Firefighter.
It was really fun night, even when Liam was really tired at the end and there were scarier people out. There was one kid that was a murdered child. Seriously? WHAT? This kid had a knife in his head and blood all over his face and shirt. I mean, really, I know that more mature costumes are coming. You know, superheros, ghosts, zombies, whatever... but a murdered child?!?!? Sheesh.
But Liam was okay with it. Was fine until he saw the guy handing out candy that was sitting in a chair with a bowl of candy in one hand and his head in the other. Liam took a few steps on the porch, then slowly backed down off the porch and down the stairs, all while staring at this man. I picked him up and he was whispering, "Scared man."
It took an extra hour to get Liam down for bed because he was JUMPING everywhere.