Forgive me for being a little late with this post, but we have been fighting the virus forefront for the past week, and things are finally beginning to go back to normal.
This was our second Christmas in Alaska and away from family. Our first was tough. REALLY tough. I think I cried most of the day. It just didn't seem natural to be so "alone" when I am used to being surrounded by 12 aunts/uncles and 20+ cousins and second cousins. I come from a large family, my dad is one of seven, so our holiday get togethers are massive... and I LOVE it! I honestly wouldn't know how else to celebrate other than surrounded by lots and lots of people. Kevin's family is pretty similar. We love it... the noise, the laughter, the food, the mess, everything. And I miss is terribly being up here. Christmas in 2010 was just Kevin and I. We had one friend come over for our Christmas dinner and that was it. I was a pregnant, hormonal mess and couldn't wait for the day to be over because I was so heartbroken.
This year was completely different. We had Kael. Although we were still thousands of miles away from our families large and loud get togethers, we knew that being home and letting Kael crawl out of his bed (ok... OUR bed) Christmas morning would be priceless. (plus the tickets to fly home were about $1,000/person cheaper if we waited to go home in January). We it was decided... we would make the most out of our 2nd annual Alaska Christmas because we had to, for the sake of Kael, whether he would remember it or not.
We really put alot of thought into what traditions we wanted to start as a family. We have both always put up our Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving, so that one was a given. We both have pretty bad allergies, and having two male dogs who like to pee on things, we have avoided live trees, and stuck with our puny fake tree (which I'm hoping to replace next year). We were determined to find a beautiful tree topper that we would use every year, but that never happened. We also wanted to find a really special tree skirt- one that I could pass down. After searching high and low, we found it... and it didn't come from a store. It came from my dad's sewing machine. I love everything about it, but most of all, the fact that it was handmade by my dad- Kael's Papa. It makes it that much more meaningful. We also found a really cute shop in town that had a variety of unique ornaments. We have decided that every year we will go out and each of us will get to pick a new ornament. In addition to that, we will go to a local bookstore and find a Christmas book that we can read throughout the holiday season. I also made handmade ornaments with Kael, which turned out really special and we will do every year. I made some with his handprints, and some I cut out using cookie cutters and let him finger paint.
The festivities started Christmas Eve. We had roughly 12 people over for dinner and drinks on Christmas Eve. Only one other family had kids, but they go to day care with Kael and so the 3 boys had a blast playing with each other all night. The adults enjoyed standing around talking and eating our mexican inspired dinner. We both have always had tamales for Christmas Eve growing up and it seems impossible to find them here. We finally found someone who makes them, but was going to charge $25/dozen and there was just no way we were going to pay that. So instead we had chicken and beef fajitas, beans, and rice. Kevin made his grandmothers sand tarts and I made sopapilla cheesecake. We also had my homemade salsa and queso. At about 9 everyone left, and we started getting ready for bed. That included opening one present- our new Christmas pajamas (which I had already washed because I couldn't stand the thought of scratchy pajamas).
As we put Kael into his new pajamas I realized he was feeling a little warm. I took him temperature and it was 101. We gave him Motrin and hoped for the best... 3am he woke and was still at 101. I gave him another dose of Motrin and we were back to bed. And then 5am rolled around and he was on fire! I took his temp and he was 102.5. I panicked... we had received a call Saturday morning that a baby in his class had been diagnosed with Chicken Pox. So we all bundled up and headed to the ER. The good thing about small towns is you don't have to wait. We got right in, and they started checking him out. He was not himself... my heart hurt. I wanted him to feel better, I wanted to fix it, but I couldn't. They told us he had an ear infection, gave us some medication, and sent us on our way.
He fell asleep on the way home and we decided we would wait until later in the afternoon to try and do presents. As we pulled up to our house, he woke up and started crying. I knew he was uncomfortable and just wanted to get him inside and cuddle with him. As we walked through the living room towards the bedroom, we passed the Christmas tree and all the gifts Santa had left. He did a double take as we walked by, stopped crying, and his eyes lit up. I put him on the floor and he started crawling towards his new dino walker. He was acting like he felt perfectly fine! So we sat and opened gifts. He loved ripping the paper and eating the bows.
All of the action must have worn him out, because soon after we finished, he was passed out. He was still running a fever and not feeling 100% the rest of the day. We all ended up taking a 3 hour nap that afternoon. Once we got up, we realized it was time to kick things into high gear to get ready for dinner. We had 4 friends over that night for dinner. Kael was not feeling good at all, and was pretty fussy and clingy. It broke my heart to see him like that.
Although it wasn't my picture perfect "Baby's First Christmas" I had envisioned, it is definitely one that I will never forget. And there is always next year...
(I swear... internet in Kodiak sucks! It wont let me upload any pictures, but I will try again tomorrow)