When we got home from the mountains the kids (and the adults) we excited to get into the Christmas spirit. We decided, since the weather was nice, to first check out the "Polar Express" train at Mayfaire. So off we went to dinner and then on to the train ride.
We did have to wait for a few minutes for the train to pull into the "station".
Once the train pulled in and we paid the "engineer" we were on our way. I have to admit I was nervous that the kids wouldn't like it. But Elijah smiled through the whole thing. Grace, I'm not sure she understood what was going on, but I think she had fun!
So then the next night, when the MUCH colder weather set in, we were off to find our Christmas Tree.
Sorry the one is blurry, but I wanted to try to capture the essence... Grace and Elijah helped us for about and hour to decorate the tree. The end result was quite nice. Then it was off to bed and mama and daddy wrapped presents to stick under the tree.
I have been working on one of the kids' presents, a tree house, doll house. I finally finished it. While I was in the mountains, I made little people (including our little family) to live and play in it...
I'm pretty proud of myself figuring out how to make the tree house and am completely indebted to Jon Hettirick for cutting the wood for me. I can't wait until the kids see it on Christmas morning! Tomorrow (Christmas Eve) Jerry is taking the kids out for the morning and I will assemble the climbing dome and cover the windows with wrapping paper. I hope that they are super surprised.
And now the Santa story....sigh... I had finished the kids Christmas shopping. Elijah had told me he wanted a Christmas tree and toys for Christmas... check and check... then stupid Santa. Elijah has been scared of Santa forever. He loves to look at him and talk about him, but no way is this kid going near the big guy. I'm okay with this. I don't need or really want pics of him with Santa, I don't feel like this is a right of passage, and seriously, I'm a little relieved. I'm all about my kids having stranger danger. ANYWAY, this Santa (as most) had a candy cane. He was at a festival we were attending in a big room and Elijah wanted a candy cane. So I told Elijah he would have to go ask for one, I would walk with him, but he had to ask. I told him it was just like trick or treating. He thought that was reasonable. Well, this Santa wanted to talk. Okay. So I knelt down and Elijah sat with me and talked to Santa:
Santa: Have you been a good boy?
EJ: Yes.
Santa: What do you want for Christmas?
EJ: A Christmas Tree.
Santa: hahahaha. What do you want UNDER the Christmas Tree?
EJ: Toys.
in my head, this discussion is SOOOO over, my thoughts from here on out will be in italics...
Santa: What kind of toys?
WHAT?!?!?! No no no, I'm already DONE with the shopping.
EJ: What?
Santa: What kind of toy do you want Santa to bring you?
SHhhhhhhh, just toys. Leave it at that....LOOK AT MY FACE... shhhhhhhhhh!
EJ: Trucks?
Santa: You like trucks?
Ok. Trucks is fine. Give him the candy cane... life is good...
EJ: Uh-huh.
Santa: What kind of trucks do you like?
WHAT?!?!?!? NOOOOOO.... this could be REALLY bad. SHUT UP!
EJ: Fire trucks.
Santa: OHHH, Big fire trucks or little fire trucks?
Seriously, I'm going to hunt you down and burn your house down to ashes. I don't care if you live in the North Pole, I will deernap Rudolph and fly there....
EJ: BIIIIG Fire Trucks!!!
#$^#%&^%&@#$%#@$^%%$^@#$%!@#$!@#$!@#%^!
Santa: Well, if you're a good little girl, then Santa will bring you a BIG Fire Truck.
OH HELL NO!!!! We just sat here for 5 minutes in that time I used Elijah's name at LEAST 3 times and you just called him a GIRL?!?!?!? AND you promises a BIG FIRE TRUCK, that's it Santa you and me in the parking lot in five minutes! What the hell, I have to buy a fire truck for my kid or he is going to think that he has been a bad boy this year?!?!?! sigh.... just smile and say thanks Santa...
Me: Tell Santa "thank you."
EJ: Thanks...
and he happily walks away eating his candy cane. I was really proud of him for talking to Santa and whatnot, but I was IRRATE that the Santa pushed this. I guess this is what Santa's do. If this were even a year ago I could have brushed it off and gotten Elijah to forget, alas, he has not forgotten. SO, Jerry went to Kohl's and found a small fire engine with a station to go with it. Elijah already has a BIG fire engine. He doesn't need more, but I think this will appease him, It even has a little fire dog and fire fighters to go with it. I have calmed down and I am excited for both he and Grace to see what Santa brought on Christmas morning.
Next year, though, we will write letters to Santa and that will be it.... or we will visit ONE Santa early on in the season before I have started the shopping and get it right the first time!
I leave you now with Elijah's rousing rendition of Jingle Bells:
3 comments:
Merry Christmas!!
I LOVE the tree house doll house! It is so creative and I think your kiddos are going to have so much fun with it!
I had a similar Santa experience this year...Anna has been asking for this ONE specific doll for Christmas and I went out and got that EXACT doll, like a good little elf. Then we went to visit the stinkin' Santa at the mall. She told him that she wanted that one doll and he says, "Oh! Is that right? Well, what ELSE would you like?" I was freaking out on the inside, just like you! So, Anna starts rattling off all these things (including a MOTORCYCLE?!?!) because Santa keeps saying, "Oh, and what else?" I think all the mamas of the world need to have a little sit down with all of the Santas of the world and explain WHY this is unacceptable. Seriously.
The treehouse looks just amazing!! And I LOVED the "Santa conversation" (both between him and EJ but also with your thoughts included. Hilarious!!
Sorry I couldn't help but LAUGH at the conversation between Elijah, Santa, and well Mommy's mind. Oh, and the "if you're a good little girl" just threw me to the floor. Don't you hate that???!! It doesn't bother me as much. What bothers me is when Mimi is dressed up in dresses and Kai is in slacks, long sleeve shirts, etc., and they still call him a little girl. Huhhhhh!!!!
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