2009 marked my first Christmas as an adult.
Or at least, I thought I was champion of adulting at that point. Proof remains to be seen.
The pilot and I were very proud of this momentous occasion and decided we needed our own special holiday tradition right off the bat.
Something we could document and look forward to throughout the years… Something we could rely on despite deployments, distance, travel, and typical holiday hustle and bustle… Ooh! And it has to be something warm and fuzzy.
Since I call P Bear and he calls me Bird, we took our nicknames to the tree! Each year we pick out an ornament to match each other’s spirit animal.
We try to stick to unbreakable ornaments in hopes that we’ll be able to keep them around forever, though a few porcelain birds have snuck their way onto the tree over the years. I bubble wrap those bad boys within an inch of their life each year. I would say this precaution is because of our daughter, who joined in our ornament antics back in 2013, but that would be a flat out lie. I’m queen of clumsiness in this household and have a long standing record for breaking the most breakables. The chickpea tries to keep up, but I’m pretty good at holding on to my title.
Seriously we’re running out of drinking glasses at this point. And plates. And pyrex bakeware. And… Just wrap me in bubble wrap, mmkay?
As for my chickpea, we couldn’t decide what animal she should be. There’s not exactly an abundance of hummus and/or legume ornaments for the taking. Our indecision resulted in a medley of wacky ornaments that have little relation to one another but somehow each symbolize a little bit of her explosively colorful personality. They’re eccentric and I love them!
Without further adieu, here’s our family’s little ornament exchange time capsule:
2015 was so chaotic that I actually missed posting about it! Blogger blasphemy, right?! My bad!
Our little chickpea discovered the art of asserting her opinion over pretty much everything and helped each of us choose our ornaments for the year. What resulted was a colorful and eccentric addition to the tree.
Octopus!!! She chose an octopus!!!
I love that crazy kid and her hot pink christmas octopus.
This quirky little tradition of ours is one of my favorite parts of our holiday routine.
The second Thanksgiving is over I’m on the hunt for the perfect ornament for my beloved Bear, and super excited to see what the chickpea picks as her spirit animal of the year.
This year she’s a fox.
She originally chose a little felt fox dressed in a santa hat with red and green lederhosen. It was impossibly adorable and butter soft, so naturally she decided it shall join her in bed each night and couldn’t part with it when it came time to decorate the tree. She helped me pick out a replacement fox to hang and will probably be found snuggling the original ornament until it falls apart. This girl loves her foxes!