Every family develops over time, their own set of traditions. That is especially true of the holidays. This was our first time as a family spending Hanukah, Christmas and the New Year together and I tried hard to start putting some things in place. We put up a beautiful tree that we all decorated together. We lit the candles and said the prayers in Hebrew. We spun the daedal, ate candy canes, visited Santa (in the two hour Nordstrom line) and created all the amazing expectation that comes with a man in a red suit and 8 reindeer including Rudolph coming to visit our 6 year olds’ house. Christmas Eve day we met friends early to go to Seattle Center to operate the mini-trains and go ice skating. It was pretty magical. Notes from Santa, half eaten carrots, cookie crumbs and a drop of milk all added up to a continued myth in the Dagnen house that the main man decided they were more good than bad and left a plethora of “My Littlest Pet Shop” and “Dart” roller blades.
Believe it or not, we even got all dressed up and caught the 5:30pm seating at Morton’s downtown with the kids. They let us have a glass of champagne, a great steak dinner and they even ate salad. We were there for over two hours! It was pretty amazing. I felt we’d finally reached this great place where having twins actually made things easier. We were a real, grown up family.
New Years always feels like a fresh, new start. Where all the commitments you make to yourself and to the people you love have the distinct possibility of coming true. I asked the kids this morning if they knew what year it was—they both screamed, “2007!” I asked them if they had any wishes for the New Year. They both of course said they wanted to do well in school (ok, that was really my wish) and that they wanted to not fight anymore. And that Blaise wanted to play t-ball with her new pink mitt and Logan wants to play “coach pitch.” I’m not sure if they get the idea of a New Year’s resolution but they seemed to have a good start.
It’s New Year’s day and I’m headed to the treadmill and to organize the underwear drawers. Not sure if that’s a tradition but it’s got to get done. It’s a grey, rainy Seattle day, my children are playing together and I’m trying hard to imprint this day in my mind because it won’t come again. And every day we have together is special. Here’s to 2007!
Posted on January 1st, 2007 by Sam
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