peppermint shards and a sea of swirly twirly gumdrops

ice cream + pieces of peppermint. a very happy post-holiday treat. dan surprised me with this tasty concoction tonight. start with a frosty bowl straight from the freezer. scoop your favorite flavor of fine chocolate ice cream into it. then speckle it with peppermints, broken into bits. magic shell may or may not be necessary. mmm. mm.
right now we are enjoying ice cream with the accompanying silence of a finally-tidied-up home, our bouncing boy sleeping soundly, new toys with beeps, sirens and animal sounds quieted and the television with all of its movie marathons clicked off. christmas was entirely wonderful, however poorly documented. i will refrain from posting the one photo of me and my matted crazy hair leaning over a grinning benji with his mega-legos. surprisingly, he was more delighted than i'd thought he would be on christmas morning. i imagined a 16 month-old to toss new toys aside for more exciting enticements like ribbon. or tupperware. however, he was giddy - playing with each new toy as it was unveiled. our best idea yet was saving the last few presents for another day, as he was already over the moon about his shiny new collection. we drank our orange juice, dug into stockings, went on a winter walk, played games, made pot roast and watched the christmas story together. we were all happy and healthy in our holiday-ing. pretty picturesque.
i must admit that this contented state has taken a bit of practice. after so many years of getting (unrealistic) hopes up for christmas, complete with decadent imagery of what the day could behold and dealing with following disappointments, i've finally learned to simply take it as it comes. any event built up entirely in the imagination is bound to let you down. (somewhere in my childhood dreams is a gourmet sugarplum path, candy-coated christmas trees lighting up a make-believe forest with a licorice roped fence leading to the giant gingerbread castle dripping with crystallized sugar icicles.) therefore i made a goal years ago to let the special day be human. if that makes sense. i used to make the mistake of overemphasizing my hopes for the day, dreaming up a conglomerate scheme of all the christmasness i'd ever experienced. i realize i have come to appreciate a more classic christmas; a few new gifts, pancake batter spills, a heap of dishes, nap times, happy faces, rolling trucks on linoleum, wrapping paper chaos and a bowl of ice cream to top off the celebrations. it may not be picture perfect or ideal, but in the end it is perfect because it's real. maybe this means i'm growing up.
am off to ring in the new year.
will see you again in twenty-ten.
















































