Now that we have two little ones, there is often a temptation to divide and conquer on the week-ends. James is a big fan of this technique, which basically means that each one of us takes a kid and plans a fun little outing or tackles some chores separately... it's easier to pack more in that way and there is something to be said for one-on-one time with each of our children.
But as I pull my head out of newbabyland (that is a thing, I am certain of it), I am trying to insist that we do more as a family of four. We already get lots of family quality time lounging around the house, but I also think it's important to get out in the world and see and do things all together. So we are working on that.
Selecting a Christmas tree is an activity that demands every one's participation, so although we were all overtired (especially Little Smith), we made a morning of it and had our first taste of holiday spirit- and cold air too, that baby tongue was out the whole time. We found the perfect fraser fir; small enough to maintain some daylight from our corner windows, large enough to delight a three year old.
Naturally I also felt the need to document this outing. It's really challenging to get pictures while toting an infant around, so there's little evidence of my mid-week adventures with the kids. These are the first outdoor pictures where our baby is more than a hat peeping out over a sling, and in looking at them I am struck that a family of four is pretty big!
I know two children is actually fairly conservative, but having grown up in a house where it was often just me and my mother, this is a big crew. It's fun... and a little scary. All these people depend on me?! I'm feeling very grateful this Christmas. Very grateful and very much an adult, I guess it's about time.