In this video, Dr. Brené Brown explains the difference between sympathy and empathy. Some people are naturally empathetic. It took motherhood for empathy to become a regular, even if unwelcome, practice for me.
(Via Cup of Jo)
Christmas was particularly special this year. It was in Key West. We lived here for a whole week:
(You’re welcome for getting this song in your head.)
Henry made his first trip to an airport:
We flew to Ft. Lauderdale, where we were soon reminded that we were in Florida:
We took a family nap at our hotel and spent the evening using our magic to open the [automatic – shhh don’t tell!] doors in hotel lobby and running around the lobby breakfast area. Thank you for tolerating us, Jessica!
The next morning we met up with Uncle Michael and soon-to-be-Aunt Courtenay – whom we hadn’t seen since July 2012 – and were on our way to Key West! Our first stop was Hogfish Bar and Grill, where we would also make a second and third stop before the week was over. They have lobster mac and cheese, and fish on the wall:
We went to the beach:
We swam in the pool, some of us in our regular diapers even though we had swim diapers but couldn’t wait for anyone to go back in the house and get swim diapers before swimming:
And Henry met his new best friend, Avery:
Henry still asks about Avery almost every day. And any picture he sees of a white boy ages 2-10 he calls Avery. Ahh vree? Ahh vree?
But the reason we all went to Key West was to see my brother and Courtenay get married:
We rode a trolley to the ceremony:
Drank sparkling wine:
And ate ketchup.
Then we killed time until Christmas morning being classy. Playing Cards Against Humanity:
and icing one another (though as the week progressed we veered from the traditional game beverage to a more economically sensible yet still appropriate one, as you can see):
Then it was CHRISTMAS! Hugs and kisses all around:
And, of course, presents:
Then on to a sunset cruise, on which Uncle Jason proposed to to-be Aunt Laura:
After which we all went out and celebrated:
And we had a very merry Christmas.
Then it was back to the cold.
And a visit with Grammy and Grampy.
Where he got many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many presents.
And had some feelings when it came to the last one:
Before the holiday caught up to us.
Then we came back home. And said Merry Christmas to our tree.
Hope your holidays were as magical as ours. Merry Christmas!