Miles was 15 days old when my parents came to visit and help us pick out and set up his first Christmas tree. The baby was a champ in the carrier, our house smells amazing, and I even did my hair that morning. Not every post-partum day looks like this – especially back when his age could be reasonably reported to strangers in days rather than months or even weeks! (And we had to pull over on the way home so Kristie could move to the backseat and console our crying baby.) But it was good. Like so much else we've accomplished since his arrival, it wouldn't have been possible without the help of my parents. Our family members and friends have been invaluable since Miles was born.
No matter the holidays you celebrate, I hope you spend the rest of the year surrounded by family, friends, and good food and drink. (I also hope you – and we – have time to go see the new Star Wars movie!) See you next year, friends.