Inaugural Christmas

While I had a good idea of how this day was going to go, I didn't have a good grasp on how it was going to feel. This marked the first Christmas that Ashleigh and I did not wake up in Ashland on Christmas morning.

Not waking up under the roofs of either of our parents homes, was foreign to us. Who would have thought, waking up in your own home would be unfamiliar, it was. Not walking down my parent's hallway, or Ash's parent's hallway, not seeing my Mama's Christmas tree or my other Mama preparing some kind of Christmas morning treat was unusual. It was definitely one of those mile markers, that I have referenced before.

As we turn the page, we appreciate those times in our lives, and look forward to the unwritten chapters ahead.



Hearing Pierce's morning babble through the monitor is one of my favorite parts of the day. He carries on for 15 or so minutes, talking to himself, hugging and squeezing his Rudolph or rambling a series of dadas or mamas. Today, he woke up with the same excitement that he wakes up with everyday, Christmas or not. However, I woke up with an exhilaration in my heart that is attributed to it being my son's second Christmas.

Mama grabbed the camera while I greeted my little "Christmas, Christmas, Christmas-head". He couldn't grin wider or be more content when I open the door and chant our chant. The chant isn't very creative. Whatever seems to be the object of the week is used as a prefix to "head". Pierce has been a: blueberry-head, kiwi-head, Pumpkin-head, pretty much any fruit or root vegetable. You think he'll find it entertaining when he's 15?

Our normal routine involves a snack trap of Cheerios and a sippy cup full of whole milk. Pierce is partial to his morning snack or any snack for that matter. Six days out of the week, Daddy and Pierce snuggle (under his Aunt Patti's homemade quilt), and have his treat. As Headline news plays, in the glow of the television, and under the influence of three or four sips of French Roast coffee, I watch contently as he shovels his well proportioned hand into his snack trap and pull out a fistful of Cheerios and not a half second later, they're inefficiently crammed in to his mouth.

This day was different. Mama recorded us coming down the stairs and as we rounded the landing on our way to the kitchen, Pierce sensed a different arrangement of furniture in the living room. He chirped and saw his grand prize. He flung his upper torso parallel to the floor (common, anytime he wants down), and as a I obliged, he hustled over to his new Doug and Melissa's Corner Kitchen.

The three hours that followed were the three most pleasurable hours of my life. Watching my son play with his Mama and his new prizes while being artificially amped up on his first taste of authentic Danish Kringle made my insides warm. I know this invokes many of your gag reflexes but I can't help it. I'm writing what I feel and it felt amazing.

After Pierce crashed on his newly opened Moose body pillow, Ash and I watched the 20 plus minutes that I recorded. The above video is one of the shortest and captures how jubilant he was. A visit with family later in the evening involved the traditional appearance from Santa. I know Pierce's amazement with that aspect will grow exponentially over the next few years.

I am going to refer to this December 25th, 2011 as the "Inaugural". This year, we started laying the foundation for new Qualnandez Family traditions. I want to thank everyone involved for their love and kindness.

My experiences are new to me, the lessons learned are probably not new to you. Most of the time, I'm just working out in my head, what the Silver and Black Lining is.