(Yes, that was a direct Belinda Carlisle bite. Good ol' BC, the first rock star I ever loved. Because of this song. And her badass denim jacket and cowboy boots. Don't get me started on the Go-Gos. I'll get weak.)
Anyway... where was I? The holidays, yes! I guess I haven't been embracing the season like I should be as a parent of a young child. We don't celebrate Christmas in our house. Hanukkah, yes. But no Christmas. There will be no Santa round deez here parts which is fine by me. I'd rather Arch not have to deal with the whole "finding out the truth" thing. Because that's just rough. It was for me, at least.
I do miss having a Christmas tree, mainly because of the smell of pine and all those beautiful flashing lights. But we get to celebrate Christmas at my parent's house for a whole week, which is exciting, mainly because my brother and sister will be in town and all my cousins which is super news, indeed. Go, team!
Archer and I have been spending our afternoons at The Grove, which is a relatively new local mall, the likes of which I cursed during its construction because it seemed so tacky. So Disneyland meets Las Vegas. Which it is, of course. And yet, I hate to say it... But... I love it there. I love it secretly, quietly, knowing I should hate its guts for being pre-fab, a landmark of capitalism, etc. but there's something so comforting about it. One can grab a coffee and chill while their children are entertained by musical fountains and riding trolleys to nowhere for hours on end. I really can't explain my crush on such a place but this time of year, with its fake snow and Christmas music blasting from rock-speakers, it just seems so... cozy? (You are now free to roll your eyes at me. I do it all the time.)
The Grove isn't our only destination de festivity. We spent our evening at the Venice Beach canals, watching the annual boat parade on the water, which was the highlight of the season, maybe even the highlight of my entire life. Because I got to watch this for three hours:
Archer danced like a maniac as we stumbled by the various waterfront parties, high-fiving frat boys who embraced him as one of their own. Strangers passed-out candycanes, sticking them in the pockets of Archer's pea coat, an unprecedented look of gratitude his face. And of course, the cutest thing ever-ever: the "Whoaaa! Bo! Yay! Bo! Whoaaa!" as Archer watched the boats on the perimeter of the canals:
Archer's awe was complete and didn't waver, especially when it snowed soap-suds...
...And then, post-sunset, a light display unlike any other (this was where the faux-snow-machines were hard at work.)
I never knew how fabulous this insane-o season was until I saw the reflection of the light in Archer's big beautiful eyes:
Such wonder and magic and innocence. Such total and complete awe.
Shucks, man. I love being a mom. It's really just the best thing ever in the history of life.