We ate lentil loaf and salad and I would have gone to bed feeling great if it hadn’t been for the chocolate and chocolate and chocolate consumed after dinner. All four of us played Catan. Dad and I finished some cryptic crosswords. I went running in my new leggings. We walked to Starbucks on Xmas day. I’d claim this is the first time it’s happened, but actually it has happened once before in 2007 in Vancouver, BC. We walked around the lake. We drank hot cocoa and ate vegan donuts. We drove to Mukilteo and had a real Xmas dinner with friends and their family. My mum and I went to my local yoga studio on Xmas eve and Mika and I slept in on Xmas morning. For brunch Ivan made everyone tofu scramble with beans and hashbrowns. Having my mum and dad here felt like the best xmas present ever.
I took some photos, but definitely not enough. And I have the same song in my head as last year.
After overthinking it a bit, I’ve realised that many traditions are just sort of born out of doing the same thing this year that we did last year without much thought. So when Mika said ‘christmas can’t be here yet cause we haven’t cut down our tree!’ it became so that a tradition would be to cut down a tree (so long as we are in a place where we can do this) and of course we had to go to the same place we happened to go to last year. Two years in a row? Tradition!
But so much more awesome cause, well, Oma and Teo are here! (And also because M is at an age where decorating the tree is apparently SUPER exciting. Last year she didn’t care about this much).
And Mika had a chat with Santa. I’m not sure what they talked about, cause when I asked her about it she went all shy and said she couldn’t remember. But later this evening she ran up to me and said ‘Mama, wasn’t it so exciting that I got to see Santa today?!’
i have very few memories of easter as a kid. the first one that comes to mind is being in the Bay of Islands and eating a huge amount of chocolate with my brother and feeling so unbelievably sick and confused that a good thing like chocolate could make me feel so awful.
my other memory would be probably a few years later when my mum decided that she would only give me a couple chocolates and then something more practical like a book or coloring pencils. i can’t even remember what she gave me, i just remember feeling relieved that i wouldn’t have an overload of chocolate again.
being neither particularly religious or in love with consumerism, easter is very low key around here. and by low key i really mean non-existent. unless we are invited to brunch with friends who happen to hide some organic treats around their house for the kiddos to search for. which we were and so that is how we celebrated easter.
we got out of the city for a night, mid-week. the big trees, the snow, the lake, the cozy cabin, the HUGENESS of it all – it’s the sort of stuff that makes me love this part of the world.
M was the first to get sick and we were right in the middle of moving house. The poor wee thing had to sit in her carseat as i drove between houses moving things during the day and occasionally had to haul her out and lie her on blankets in the living room while i cleaned and organised.
And then on thursday night i started feeling funny. And on friday morning we took m to the allergy doctor and she was so brave as the nurse tested her back with over 20 different suspected allergens. And by the end of her appointment we knew that she is badly allergic to milk, eggs, peanuts, fish, walnuts, cashews and dust but not allergic to soy or almonds or wheat (phewf) and i was shivering with a fever.
I spent the weekend in bed. And monday in bed. And m would come in and check on me and say ‘mami i love you, do you need some medicine?’ and ‘mami, i brought you a tissue’ and just over and over, ‘mami, i love you’. Which is possibly the best thing to hear when i’m feeling sick, right? And because looking after your child when you are that sick is the worst thing in the world, i am so happy to be close to friends who aren’t sick who can help out. and grateful for good easy movies like this one.
and now i am over being sick. not physically over it (unfortunately), but emotionally i need to get back out there. there’s only so many books i can read, SVU reruns i can watch and times i can blow my nose or choke on my coughing before i just want to GO FOR A RUN or DO A HANDSTAND or SOMETHING.
i suppose the good thing about being sick is that it puts everything back into perspective. as soon as i can’t do something for whatever reason, i feel like it’s the universe’s way of ensuring i never take it for granted.
my next run is going to feel amazing.
The weekend before we moved in. No-one was sick here!