The presents were all opened, displayed, oooo-ahhhed, ridiculed, and appreciated. The floors have been cleaned up, except the piles of new possessions pushed against the wall around the corners of the small family room in my in-law’s house to make room for foot traffic. And for Zhu Zhu pets, which my husband discovered online (specifically at Slickdeals where mostly MEN take to bargain shopping as a competitive sport) to be HAWT this year. He got the children some even though they were not asking for them, probably did not even know about them JUST because everybody’s looking for them, apparently, and HE found some… Oh, he was so excited. Score one for daddy. Yeah! (… I wish you could hear the enthusiasm in my voice…)
This post really should be called “Insert Foot in Mouth”, in reference to my earlier post “WTF Wednesday: Christmas Presents Don’t” which poked fun at the drugstore’s suggestions for “Great Stocking Stuffer!” Well…
Tis the morning of Christmas day, we jumped out of bed as soon as my youngest child, the only one who still believes in Santa, opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He rushed downstairs, looked at the presents surrounding the tree, and went into the other room to snuggle up to Grandma. Alas, Mr. Monk has learned to wait for his cousin (who along with her mother keep an entirely different schedule from the rest of us) to wake up and come downstairs before he can open the presents. Can you even imagine? A 7-year old, patiently waiting to open the presents that Santa brought, NOT even holding them up and shaking them?
As we dumped out the content in the stockings to while away the time: Candy, as usual. Mini flashlights. COOL. Chap sticks. Very useful for my unwashed, bare face. I put it on right away, laughing quietly at the post I wrote. My brother-in-law exclaimed,
“Wish we had some mini deodorants too!”
I burst out laughing. Too bad I couldn’t tell anybody why…
There is something pure and magical about how a young child’s favorite presents often turn out to be the ones least expected… Mr. Monk’s favorite items this year:
Kichen timer and mini flashlights (aka "bomb" and "detective tool")
Grandma hung up Mr. Monk's "silver ball" ornament as soon as she was presented with it...
Awww Mr. Monk is such a patient little guy. I remember when I was little, it took all the strength I could muster to wait until my parents got up so I could open presents. That’s really cute how those two items were his favorite!! I love kids’ imaginations!! I hope you had a wonderful holiday season!!!
-Jen
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Happy Merry! I was thinking of you in the travel size section of my drugstore this morning. You and tiny bottles of pert plus will forever be linked in my mind. Aw yeah.
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I am like the Genie in the Pert Plus Bottle. 😉
Merry Christmas!
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Merry Christmas my dear! I hope you had a good day with friends and family. I hope your eye is doing much better!
bomb and tool…boys rock!
love him
so pure
sometimes i love william’s ideas so much that i actually want to be him. is that ok?
8 pm: home with oliver and missing out on festivities while trying to pretend that i’d rather be in the midst of people rather than here in jammies and quiet house.
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I hope you had a good day on Xmas day! I was planning to go see a movie with husb, but guess what? I fell asleep! Surprise surprise. LOL. Your William sounds like an awesome dude. LOL at how you want to be him. I just want to be his friend. In a non-cougar way. But of course now I said it it just sounded… AWKWARD. So how about you be William, and I be your friend?…
This is all way too convoluted. for 6:30 am CST. 😉
yes, i get to be william and you can be my BFF some more, and maybe we can switch at times and you can try being him, but only for a little while. hope your flight back was nice. both our boys are wrecked from all of the holiday energy and we didn’t even travel. i feel bad for them, so small and unable to understand why they need to cry frequently over anything at all. they don’t know how to say “it’s just too fucking much and i need my routines and some down time, i am drained and wired”….could be some projecting on my part, but in my rookie mom opinion, i think this is the case.
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LOL. “projecting” yup. 😉 Their crying is the F word in disguise. Just sayin’… 🙂