Holiday Memories Contest
The holidays are coming! We know children and babies are a joy year ’round, but the holidays can be especially fun. This holiday season, we are having a “Holiday Memories” contest. What is your favorite holiday memory with your baby? It could be a memory from 1950, or today! It’s easy to enter… Post your favorite holiday memory on this blog by December 30th. We will pick our favorite submission, and the winner will receive a $50 gift certificate to Baby Bella! Winner will be announced January 2nd.
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December 19th, 2007 at 1:28 pm
I have a memory from just last night. My girls, 2 and 5, have been so very anxious to decorate our Christmas tree. The tree had been standing, bare, in our living room for a few days, but my husband and I were waiting until we all had time to decorate it together. (Not to mention time to find all of the ornament boxes in the closet.) Last night, no longer willing to wait on Mommy and Daddy, the girls started hanging things–hair ribbons, tiny stuffed animals, old teething beads, bracelets, bead necklaces–from the branches. I think there is even a little moose figurine on there somewhere. My older daughter asked for a piece of tin foil, and then made her own “star” for the top of the tree. The tree looks so cute, and is so very “them,” that we’ve decided to leave it just as it is. Who needs the ornaments that we look at every Christmas. This is the tree that will stick in our memories.
December 26th, 2007 at 2:32 pm
My favorite memory was from Christmas day. My daughter is 17 months old and very opinionated! We had just opened a host of presents for her. Her two favorites? A cheap snowglobe that played a X’Mas song louder than a rock concert with a flurry of cheap snow AND her new wagon. She INSISTED on getting in the wagon and refused to get out. Forget all the other pricey gifts, forget all the people that wanted to play with her, forget all the ribbons and bows, etc. It was ALL about the wagon. She would fuss whenever we tried to pull her out. What did we end up doing? My daughter spent 2 hours in the wagon - moving from one side to the other, pointing to all the toys she wanted IN her wagon to play with (including the snowglobe), and forcing us to feed her lunch in the wagon! It was some sight to see… my sick kid in her PJ’s, nose running, toys all around, booty shaking from side to side to “Jingle Bells” blasting on the snowglobe, food hanging from her mouth, and us just shaking our heads from side-to-side and laughing.
December 30th, 2007 at 1:40 am
Our daughter was born in early December of last year, so her first Christmas consisted of her sleeping on my lap while family members piled presents next to her. This year, however, she was able to take in everything around her, and since she had just had her first birthday party she had a pretty good understanding that those boxes wrapped in colorful paper were made for her to tear open and play with. Christmas morning was fun for everyone as she stole most of the attention and left Grandma & Grandpa’s house with the majority of the gifts, but overall my favorite memory occurred the night before.
Our family’s Christmas Eve tradition is to have a family meal and then head across town to “Candy Cane Lane” – a cul-de-sac of houses where everyone on the block goes above and beyond with their Christmas lights. Every house is covered in lights and decorations, and as fun as it has always been to grow up with this tradition, this year allowed me to see it from a whole new perspective. With my daughter bundled up and strapped into the baby carrier, she was in complete awe as we walked down the street to check out all of the lights. Continuously shouting her newest words “Oh Wow!”, she loved every minute. To cap off the night, when she went to bed we were able to start our newest tradition by assembling her toys for the next morning. This year it was a red wooden wagon and tricycle from Radio Flyer. Overall, as new parent, the entire night allowed me to experience Christmas from a whole new perspective and relive the same excitement that I felt when I was younger.