This year Baby P and I made our way to Texas for my bump’s first Christmas.
1. I didn’t quite have a baby bump yet (hurry up!) and
2. I promise to try not to keep blogging about how everything is baby’s first X, Y, Z, but I can’t promise I’ll be hugely successful.
Flying at Christmastime is hectic and stressful but I had a surprisingly good experience with United even through a series of flight changes I made along the way (pregnancy flight tips blog post coming soon). When I landed in Houston, I was pretty shocked going from the unseasonably mild Hong Kong winter to the 46 degree F (8 C) weather. I was even more shocked when just a day later, it was nearly 80 degrees F (27 C) outside.
Definitely no white Christmas for us. Instead I spent Christmas Eve helping my nieces tackle the last of their Christmas gift list– handpainted pottery. Things started off innocently enough…
And soon the girls were finished painting.
…their pots at least
Well that escalated quickly.
Motherhood is going to be messy isn’t it?
Luckily 80 degree weather on Christmas Eve means it’s not too cruel to hose down two purple painted ladies in the front yard before letting them inside the house.
Soon after cleaning up it was time to get ready for a Christmas Eve candlelight church service, dinner, and presents.
It’s a Filipino tradition to open gifts on Christmas Eve and this one was especially excited to open hers.
Even Baby P, or Peanut as all the gifts were addressed, got a few surprises.
In case you’re wondering, Cady got us a “Wubby” aka a WubbaNub. She said it’s a must. Along with a child leash. This girl has two wild sisters, so she knows her stuff, but we’ll stick to the Wubby for now.
After presents, my pregnant/jet lagged self swiftly fell asleep right on the couch before dragging myself up to bed. Lucky for me I got plenty of sleep before Christmas Day — I was in charge of most of the cooking and spent the day spreading the news about Baby P and playing board games with our cousins.
Christmas Day recipes coming soon!Yum