This year, my family spent its first Christmas in Indiana since the 80s. For years, we have travelled to the Carolinas to spend the holidays with my uber-southern Grandmother.
However, with my dad being sick, we spent this Christmas north of the Mason-Dixon line this year...and in our childhood home, no less. This was the first time I have spent more than a single night in my parents' house in years. Needless to say, it involved heavy drinking, lots of pranking, and frequent mutters of "How did we live like this?" for an entire weekend.
On Christmas Eve, my brother and I decided that we wanted to play "Santa Claus" this year by sneaking new presents under the tree after midnight...but in lieu of purchasing presents, we snuck around the house after hours, trying not to wake our parents, stealing household items and re-gifting them back to their rightful owners. Why? Because we were drunk and it sounded hilarious.
My parents' house is filled with oddities and strange antiques that are supposedly "valuable." The re-gifting scavenger hunt was rich with treasures...but the best discovery I made was finding MY BABY BOOK!
In case you aren't familiar with the concept, a baby book is the anthology where new moms are encouraged to document the most mundane details and evidence of their new baby's life. It is filled with boring details about immunizations, family trees, baby shower gift logs, the scraps from my first hair cut, etc. BUT, mine also contained hilarious editorial from none other than Mama Mess herself!
I was floored to read that I have been basically the same person since I was two years old...while things in my life may have shaped and changed my perspective, this personality has been imprinted deeply in my core since I learned to talk.
Highlights From the Baby Book a la MamaMess Editorial
Age 2: Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. That is how I best describe little HauteMess. She repeats everything she hears and loves to just talk. She has taken to calling her dad and I by our first names when she is angry with us. She has also learned to say, "shut up" but she is very quick to apologize afterwards by saying, "that was nasty of me."(note: of course my mom used my real name in the baby books, but other than subbing in 'HauteMess' for my name, this is EXACTLY what I remember reading from my baby book...exactly!)
She has also learned to say, "Stop 'rassin me." (she means "harassing") She is very concerned about "Why's everybody 'rassin me?"
Her favorite things are talking, dolls, our neighbor, Scooby Doo, Pinwheel, Sesame Street, and Diff'rent Strokes. [ed. note: Of course Diff'rent Strokes spoke to my toddler sensibility]
Age 4: HauteMess is very loving but also very headstrong. She is very intelligent but already quite the teaser and joker. Our neighbor puts it best when she said, "HauteMess is a little rogue!"
Her favorite things are napping with others, fashion books and fashion dolls, and having her hair done "just like HauteMess's" (whatever that means?)
I like to think that if my friends could describe me now - it would't be that different! Loving, headstrong, joker, eclectic taste in age inappropriate TV shows, napping, fashion, a little baby temper - that sounds like me.
It's comforting to know that no matter how much we think life changes us, we are truly always the same person.
|Lil HauteMess, Age 3|