The big day is coming up soon, and I have a feeling this may be one of the last 'classic Christmases" I'm going to have with my family.

I'm 30 now. My parents are getting older. My sister will soon have the 2.5 kids. It's weird. I've always been a kid at heart, so it's weird to see the focus moving from my sister and I to the next generation. I don't mean this in a selfish way, but it's a weird feeling.. Like I need to somehow start acting like a *real* adult lest the youngins think there is something wrong with me. I'm glad, though, that I still have at least another 'do-over' year. My niece is still too young to remember anything, so I can fuck up pretty large at this point and then just reset once she gets older.

So MW will be coming home with me for Christmas. This was a surprise but it does complicate things. We will need to bring the kitties with us, we need to rely on others for transportation. Because of this, we will only be arriving home at around 3pm on Christmas eve. That seems, somehow, blasphemous. I love the last few days before Christmas at home. Running out with my mom for a last few gifts, teasing people about their gifts, last minute baking and fun. That won't really happen this year and I am a bit sad about that. But for that, I get to spend Christmas with most of my family, which is great.

I'll also be traveling, with my mother, to welcome baby 2 into the world. That, my friends, will be interesting. Nearly two weeks with a toddler and a newborn. Great vacation, I dare say. I'm hoping to really get in some good bonding time with baby 1 so she'll at least have some sort of subconscious recognition when I flit in and out of her life in the next few years. I figure buying her lots of gifts will do that, right? Right?