Year 5, Day 317

I finally felt well enough today to set about dismantling Christmas, a task I dislike enough to regularly question how badly I want to set everything up to begin with. It took a couple hours, but once the tree was undecorated and out of the living room, I could finally relax again. Everything was once … Continue reading Year 5, Day 317 →

Year 5, Day 275

Miles and I set up the Christmas tree today, and afterwards I wanted to get a nice picture standing in front of it. He had, after all, played a significant part in decorating it for the first time, and I wanted to commemorate the moment. He agreed to it, but insisted that he take my … Continue reading Year 5, Day 275 →

Year 4, Day 277

After last night's false start, we finally gathered as a family to decorate the Christmas tree this evening. A big part of that was having Jaclyn keep Miles's grubby kid hands off of the more delicate ornaments, but once we got going (ie, dug out the less-breakable stuff), everyone was able to contribute. As longtime … Continue reading Year 4, Day 277 →

Year 3, Day 279

There is a rite of passage, one that is more clear to me with each passing year, for fathers languishing through Christmastime. I think there's a degree (varying from person to person*) to which the holidays lose their luster as we get older, but for fathers, there are absolutely escalating bouts with abject misery associated, … Continue reading Year 3, Day 279 →