I really want to whine right now. I want to bemoan the uttering of the phrase “double ear infection” and the even more dreaded “can’t see the tubes.” I want rail about the fact that my kid is – once again – on two different antibiotics that I have approximately zero percent confidence will do anything positive at all.
But hey, it’s the holiday season. And other people have bigger problems than me. And ho ho ho and whatnot. So let’s talk about ornaments instead.
(Did you like that segue?)
I’m a huge ornament freak. I really really like ’em. Around the time I was maybe 11 or 12 years old, my Mom decided that she should buy me a new ornament every year so that when I grew up and moved out and decorated my own tree, it would be full of memories rather than barren or decorated with non-sentimental colored balls.
And I realized that one day, he would grow up and move away and he would need some ornaments of his own. Thus began his collection:
I think the thing I like most is that when it’s all said and done, my tree oozes “family.” I have an ornament that belonged to my great Aunt Pat, who is hugely missed:
And one that was decorated (albeit sparsely) two years ago by my oldest niece:
So cheer me up… help me forget about ear drops and nasal flushes and breathing treatments and blah blah blah. Tell me: What is your favorite holiday tradition? I am very cheesy when it comes to holidays, so the cheesier, the better.