a bit like christmas…
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I have half a dozen or so partially-started blog posts, but this week has been busy so I decided to Instragram (yes, used as a verb) some Zerbey Christmas for you instead. (By the way…this has come up a couple of times recently so I thought I’d clear things up: “chezerbey” = phonetically, “shay zerbee”. It never occurred to us that it could be pronounced so many different ways or that people would assume we were the Erbey’s. Our neighbor [...]
I have half a dozen or so partially-started blog posts, but this week has been busy so I decided to Instragram (yes, used as a verb) some Zerbey Christmas for you instead. (By the way…this has come up a couple of times recently so I thought I’d clear things up: “chezerbey” = phonetically, “shay zerbee”. It never occurred to us that it could be pronounced so many different ways or that people would assume we were the Erbey’s. Our neighbor actually coined the term – well, Chez Zerbey…and then we had the genius idea to meld the two.)
It started last weekend when we bought a small Christmas tree. (I like Christmas, but I have to wait until December. Personal rule.) The first year we lived here we drove about an hour or so outside the city to buy a tree from one of those places that has a “Santa’s workshop”, hot cocoa and just a smidge of country living. (In our pre-house days, we did things like this. We also once went to a Basset Hound festival, but that’s a story for another time.) It was fun, but it was still just a big tree farm. In the years since, we’ve bought a tree from a small lot in our neighborhood. Even though we’re not trekking about the woods, I still insist that we walk the 6 blocks or so. (Besides, no one likes needles in their car!) Although Avery could care less about the nostalgia, it was special to me. And naturally, I found the cutest 4′ tree in the very back corner of the lot. 20 minutes later, we walked home in the rain, Kyle with a tree under his arm and me with a baby and a length of garland over my shoulder. I’m sure it was a sight.
One of the biggest conundrums we’ve had with our small home is where to put the tree. In years past, we put it in the corner of what is now the nursery but since I’m pretty sure blinking lights don’t encourage infant sleeping, we needed a new plan. We finally decided that it would fit in the living room if we just relocated the collection of albums (something we knew we’d have to do eventually). So we moved most of them to the downstairs bedroom (which is slowly filling up with all sorts of odds and ends and is precisely why guest rooms become large closets) and the rest are tucked into our 10+ year-old media cabinet that is embarrassing and really needs to be replaced.
We talked about taking the dormant orchid down, but sticking bendy Santa on it seemed like a better idea.
After looking for two years I finally saw this album on Amazon. It’s probably our favorite Christmas album and we’ve listened to it a lot this week.
Chuck changed up his outfit this year – instead of the necktie he’s sporting some snowflake bling.
I’ve had this little tree for years. There’s nothing particularly fancy about it – I think I probably snagged it from my mom’s excessive (in a good way Mom!) collection of Christmas decorations and put it in my room as a teenager. And then apparently, it was mine for life. I thought it would be fun to put it in Avery’s room this year, a passing of the torch.
Speaking of traditions, I also wanted to get Avery her first stocking. Yeah, I suppose I could have crafted something myself, but I fell in love with this one from Land of Nod and bought it during their post-Thanksgiving (Black Friday Weekend, whatever you call it) sale. It’s gray(!) with just a little bit of color and girliness so of course I like it.
I bought a box of these painted masonite snowflakes from Crate&Barrel two years ago and like finding little ways to add a pop of Christmas without being all CHRISTMAS!!!!! (If you know what I mean.)
Last weekend we went to an Ugly Sweater party and our friends set-up a photo booth in their guest bedroom. Apparently we need more than 8 seconds between photos (baby in arms is definitely a handicap when it comes to props and poses) but these crack me up all the same.
Happy Friday. We’re contemplating taking Avery to see Santa this weekend. This will be an awesome/terrible experience, right?