Merry Mishmash 2014

Our Desmond turned 2 a couple of months before Christmas, and although it was his third Christmas, a lot of the quiet traditions we engaged in were wonder-filled firsts for him: 

  

drumming pomegranate arils from their shells with a spoon,

 filling and frying up Korean hoddeok,

hunting for and cutting down a just-right-for-us Christmas tree,

(You sure know how to find those perfect rocks, Desmond, but we're actually looking for a tree this time.)

embracing the hauntingly lonesome glow of harbor lights on the silv'ry sea,

overcoming Christmas Cracker anxiety, (because this was neither actually a first for him nor was it a necessarily quiet activity,)

and determining whether the obligatory marzipan pig is a darling little toy or something as exquisitely toothy and edible as it looks.