We always eat dinner as a family, and we definitely see each other throughout the day for quick hellos, kid-poop-status updates and stolen kisses, but we don't often have time to just chill out and decompress together. So times like Hannukah and Christmas-- when all of the art directors and editors have gone home to celebrate with loved ones of their own, inboxes closed-- give us the rare opportunity to switch off our dual-citizenship freelancer/family-boss brains, and to bust out some presents and play.
Yet, if there's one holiday that Grandparents have a role in (slash feel very attached to... understandably), it's Christmas. The day when kids lose their little minds with excitement and joy. My parents are in New Hampshire, and we just saw them last month; we all just had a little holiday Skype date... and Aaron and I agreed to fly our family there for Christmas next year (how do they do that?). Aaron's mom, however, lives a hop-skip-jump away in Dallas, and we knew before even picking up the phone that her plans would revolve around visiting with us. Probably for the entire holiday weekend. And then some. We were going to need to strategize.