The holiday season is exciting and magical with young children. As they grow, little moments start to come out of the woodwork–moments that will become traditions and things that I want my children to remember when they’re older and attempting to create their own lives.
Like holiday baking. As soon as people start talking about Thanksgiving, I start thinking about all the yummy things I can bake during the season and through the end of the year.
Decorating cookies. And I use the term “decorating” very loosely.
More like pile on as many sprinkles as you can. Who cares? This provided sheer minutes of entertainment, people.
Playing at the park on a crisp day. No Black Friday for us, thankyouverymuch.
Ridin high. I’ll be so sad when she’s old enough that overalls aren’t cute on her anymore.
Hangin with our bestie cousin.
Feeding the ducks. I distinctly remember when I was about R&C’s age and going to this same lake with my grandmother to feed the ducks. I was wearing my fuzzy blue coat and was absolutely terrified of them. But a nice man snapped my picture, and there I was in the newspaper the next day. I wonder if someone still has that paper?
Holding hands on the ride back to Austin.
Did you have a good Thanksgiving? What are some of your favorite holiday memories?