All Fall, our weekends have been packed–we’ve traveled to San Diego, Chicago, Nebraska (twice), we’ve had plans with friends and tried to have family time before the baby and I leave for California. To someone with more social stamina, our schedule is pretty basic, but between traveling and being extremely busy at work, I’ve been permanently exhausted.
We all have the latest winter cold and John had to work afternoon-midnight, so it was a huge relief that the baby and I had NO plans but grocery and Christmas shopping. John didn’t get home until after 2:30 am Saturday morning (I have no idea how he maintains his schedule), so I let him sleep while the baby and I tried a new vegan banana muffin recipe. I love vegan baking because it takes the pressure off of having eggs in the house and vegan always sounds healthier even though lots of vegan recipes are loaded with sugar. (They also make great running fuel which really helped my speed workout Saturday since I wasn’t feeling the best).
In the past couple months I’ve gotten all the way downtown and immediately turned back around. Three times. Downtown’s rich and storied history makes it truly one of the most interesting places to visit. The homes and old buildings are beautiful. And I have some great memories there, one of the classiest dinner parties I’ve been to, my own bachelorette party, John proposing. But downtown is an absolute nightmare.
The main street, King, has the only good shopping in Charleston. The only Madewell. The only Lululemon. The only Pottery Barn. William Sonoma was my target this trip. I made it one block away and gave up. King street is one-way, side street parking is impossible, the tourists cross the road whenever they feel like it and I have a weird ick factor knowing how much it floods (I know that’s ridiculous).
I spent a lot of time downtown when we first moved to Charleston, taking spin classes, shopping and running on the Battery–a bayside park with stunning, pastel mansions and civil war cannons. It was a picture of someone running on the Battery from Runners World magazine that convinced me John should put Charleston down for his orders. I don’t know if I’ve become more impatient, it’s harder to navigate crowds with a baby, or that shopping in an actual store is a complete waste of time, but I just can’t execute a trip. I bought what I needed online.
We followed up the failed shopping trip with health(ier) sugar cookies. I used a combination of this cookie recipe and this frosting recipe. I don’t know what happened, but it was not a sugar cookie. It tasted more like a saltine. (And John liked them? Maybe because he’s sick?)
We’ve been trying to find time to take the baby to meet Santa for a few weeks. We finally decided on Sunday and planned to arrive a half hour early to beat the line. So had everyone else. The baby and I HAD to shop to stay warm while John held our place.
The photographers were well versed in babies’ reactions to Santa Clause. When it was our turn, we took a ‘back up’ picture of santa photo bombing. And when I handed her off to Santa, they told me to run so she didn’t realize what was happening.
I love every picture. She didn’t smile, but I love how she’s looking at Santa. It must be weird being a baby. Mom hands you off to a creepy old guy in a red suit and you’re supposed to smile?