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December 27, 2006
Christmas
Christmas is always wonderful, but when you have a baby and a 4-year-old, it is really, really wonderful. In your head.
In reality, the pure overload that the entire December month havocs on the 4-year-old makes you wish that you'd converted to some other religion. But then you imagine the Christmas morning joy and jumping up and down and screaming over what awesome parents you are for getting her x, y, AND z and figure that it will all be worthwhile. In your head.
Because when Christmas morning comes around, she's so damned tired from all the other excitements that she really doesn't care about anything except whatever the baby is playing with.
After I explained to her why we were disappointed in her reactions, she did start actually jumping up and down and saying, "Yay, I'm so glad I got this!" but it was so exact to what I told her that it clearly wasn't real.
Oh well. The baby liked all his stuff. Especially his very first choking experience. Tape from the floor. Mmmmm He really enjoyed choking and vomiting for those full 5 minutes of terror.
I sound bitter, but really I loved it all. It was great to be able to assist in providing the overload and then witnessing it and loving it and partaking in making it even more joyous. I love that yesterday (the Day After) she never stopped playing with her new things and that the baby actually now has some toys of his very own that didn't used to be Signa's.
We spent Christmas Eve with the Spencers and Goulds at Mom's house and then Christmas Day at home quietly (except for the above-referenced fake jumping up and down). We all were nursing colds (again) and so it was a pretty relaxed holiday.
And now the Signa-ism for the day:
Signa: (about the ToysRUs logo) I wish Geoffrey the Giraffe was still alive.
Us: He *is* still alive.
Signa: Then why is it always a guy in a costume?
Posted by Debbie at December 27, 2006 01:03 PM