Last year, when Ian died in late September, we decided as a family to not celebrate the holidays. We escaped to DC for Thanksgiving and NYC for Christmas. We fully acknowledged that we were avoiding, but accepted it and moved on with our plans.
It wasn't until Christmas Eve last year that Isabel looked at me, with anxiety in her eyes, and asked "Are we really not doing Christmas? Am I not getting presents?"
Broke my heart. I had gotten her a surprise gift, but had thought she understood that we weren't having a big Christmas morning. I scrambled to buy a couple gifts at a store we passed so that I could put them under the little tree in the NYC condo.
This year, we promised the family that we would be here for the holidays. We kind of fudged on Thanksgiving, by having family come to NYC and watching the Macy Day Parade. Christmas on the other hand, we will be home and do all the required parts.
We have decorated the house with lights. (Chris did, actually). Isabel picked out an awesome hula-ing Santa inflatable. Chris finally got to switch to LED lights (big geek accomplishment). We put up the tree.
The tree...
There is a huge lump of dread when you consider the Christmas tree.
The tradition starts with a trip to Home Depot to pick a tree. There was no fight/compromise about the tree. We only have one kid. She picked it out.
We take down the ornament containers...I shut my eyes thinking about it. It is holding memories. Many years of memories. Many ornaments. There are the special ones.
I bought each child a Lladro ornament when they were born. Who puts up Ian's?
There are the little ornaments that he made in preschool. A little blue ball with his handprint made into snowmen.
There is the ornaments that make me feel like a terrible Mother. This one was never even filled in with the proper photo. That is a stock photo in that frame...
^^Not my kid ^^
The actual Christmas tree decorating went better than I thought it would and Isabel was actually the one who was the most upset.
How do you parents with one child combat the loneliness? She is always upset to be missing her playmate. Is it different since your children never had the built in playmate? I try to make sure she has friends over and that we do things, but she feels the loss deeply. We sat on the couch and cried when we were all done.
We are ready for Christmas...
Since I haven't finished up blogging my trip, I will resume in out last week in Massachusetts, which we actually went traveling.
The girls were feeling a bit cooped up and didn't want to go to any more museums, so I decided to google "indoor waterparks." I found this amazing ski resort in Vermont that has this insane water park.
We packed up the luggage and headed north. Well, actually, we TRIED to head north, but apparently I can't drive. I took my car right into a curb while turning and blasted a hole into my tire... We had to waste three hours finding a place that could change my tire on a Friday evening.
Once we got to Jay Peak in Vermont, we were amazed at the place. It was huge!!! It was lovely!!! I was shocked at the quality for the price I was paying. Very happy.
I did get to this surreal time in my life that I was sitting in my bathing suit, filming my daughter body-surfing, with a huge mountain, covered in snow, in the background! Talk about a dream scenario. I felt very grateful to have this opportunity and this amazing experience.
^^Look at that background^^
The girls literally would play in the snow for an hour, shed their parkas, and then go swimming in 80 degree weather. If anyone is in Northern Vermont, I highly recommend they stay here a few nights.
Jay's Peak is very close to the Canadian border, and I couldn't resist adding a new country to my list.
We drove over the border and headed towards Montreal for lunch. It was scary. Within one mile of the border I lost my Internet on my phone, everything was in French, and I had to switch to Metric... I'm not sure how I felt about that. I was completely unprepared for this little side trip.
Canadian Money!!
Isabel's crepe. Yum!
While in Montreal we had lunch at a little crepe and fondue place. Somehow, in my 3 hours of being in Canada, my debit card numbers were skimmed. I suspect a gift store in Old Montreal, but I can't be sure. My bank caught it fast enough.
The lodge is in the Waterbury/Stowe area which was lovely to visit. There is a Cabot store there with lots of cheese samples. We bought 3 lbs of cheese there! We also visited an apple cider store that had cider doughnuts. We also had to visit Ben and Jerry's!!! It was another food day.
Scottish Cows...awwww....
The lodge itself was the best service experience of all of my travels. The rooms are a bit dated, but had been marshmallow-y beds. The staff was very old school and I enjoyed it. The best part was their fitness building that housed the pool. The changing rooms were very lavish and they had this cool contraption that spins your bathing suit dry in 30 seconds. Why don't we have that is Florida???!!!
We had a great time in Vermont and I think it is my favorite location yet.
After that we headed back to the Lake House and packed up and started heading towards NYC. We had to stop at Plymouth Rock. It was quite funny that EVERY person who knew I was in Massachusetts, asked if we had seen the rock yet. The girls were very disgruntled getting out of the car, but I got my rock pics.
Next Stop: No...Sleep... Till...Brooklyn!!!
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