Thursday, December 21, 2006
The Santa Experience . . .
and Some Christmas Funnies
Today, we took our trek to the mall to see the "real" Santa (as opposed to my friend Ryan, who you might remember we visited the other day in order to "warm" Sydney up for going to see the Real Guy). On the way over, she looked at us with an incredulous expression on her face when we asked if she was actually going to talk with Santa and sit on his lap. She rolled her eyes and said, "I not afraid ofSanta this year"--as if we were crazy to even ask the question.
She still hadn't convinced me (last year, she said all the way through the line that she'd sit in his lap and "I love Santa," but then cried the whole time he held her-see the photo evidence a little further down in this post) . . . but she surprised me! She did great!! She smiled real big, sat on his lap, and had an entire conversation with him. Very cool!
The experience made me think of the other Santa Experiences we have had over the years. So, I thought I'd take a walk down Memory Lane. Join me if you'd like.
When McKenna was the only little girl in our life. I'm guessing this is 1995, when she was 3 . . .
Then here are McKenna and Delaney in 2001 (I looked EVERYWHERE for the one back around 1998 that has Delaney attempting to leap off of Santa's lap, she's so freaked out! That one was an absolutely priceless photo!) . . .
Then, with Sydney last year in the famous "I love Santa, I sit on his lap . . . No, no what was I thinking! Get me out of here!" episode . . .
And then two pics from today. (Sydnedy told him she wanted a Dora Cash Register, ad Delaney told him that she would be sending him a letter. Even McKenna talked to him, telling him she just wants enough money to go to London next summer. Lol!) . . .
(BTW--Each and every one of those pictures just shows what a casual, don't-care Mom I am. Look at what my kids are wearing! They've got on jeans and mismatched clothes; McKenna even has pajama pants in the one from last year! LOL There are always the cutest kids in line with their matching Christmas-themed outfits and hair put up in candy-cane bows. My kids? Let's throw something on and go see Santa. But that's just how we are!)
So, aside from the Traffic from You-Know-Where we had to battle to actually park and get to the mall, the trip was a resounding success. We now have talked with Santa--one more check off of my Christmas list. Not a whole lot more to go . . . thank goodness!
After our visit to Santa, I came home and checked my email and found the perfect message in my In Box. It was called "Dear Santa" and is really cute. Thought I would share it with you . . .
I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find any more free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes: I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple,
which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight, and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa."
I thought that was so good--I can definitely relate with pretty much all of that (especially the ketchup request!). My children are definitely a challenge--and finding time to be an individual and a woman amidst the motherhood is very difficult sometimes--but they are also my greatest Pride and Joy! And sometimes you just want to look at them and say, "Stay little a little bit longer, please!"
And now, I just had to share two more Christmas funnies with you. (I just LOVED the one at the top of my post!) Thanks to cousin Melissa for sending these to me! I love em!