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Well, I’m in the mood for Christmas now. I just spent the afternoon chatting with my two year old grandson and making a ginger bread train. I know, the rules say you make gingerbread houses, but he’s two and he loves trains, not houses. So we made a gingerbread train. It was tons of fun and somewhere along the line I started looking at things from the point of view of a two year old. You know what that taught me?
1. It’s okay if the icing goes on crooked – you can always cover it up with smarties.
2. If you want to, you can put all the candy canes on the same branch of the Christmas Tree.
3. If your hands get too sticky, let the dog lick them clean for you.
4. It’s more fun to take the long route back to the house and stomp through the big snowbank.
5. The cat is a constant source of wonder, if you can figure out where its hiding.
6. Cookies taste better if you lick all the icing off first. Then feed them to the dog and go get a new one.
7. You need a fuzzy blanket if you’re going to watch a cartoon in the afternoon.
8. Pillows come in multiples so you can stack them up and sit on them, with your cookie out of reach of the dog. At least until you finish licking the icing off .
9.If you ask nice, Grandma will give you whatever you want. And get down on the floor to play Mega Blocks!
I can’t wait for Santa to come this year! Merry Christmas to all of you!
I’m having a hard time getting into the Christmas Spirit this year. My kids are all grown up. Son #1 has his own family and will spend Christmas with them, as is only right. I can always visit them, so I can watch the frenzy that follows a visit by Santa. Son #2 will come up,probably for the day. As the only actual chef in the family, he’s offered to prepare the traditional Christmas feast for us all. It will be at Son#1’s house, because it makes it so much easier for the kids. It will be alot of fun, and I get to spend lots of time playing with the three grandkids. But it takes away my incentive to decorate my home. My husband is gone. The only people who will see it are the dog and the cat. And me.
I think I’m suffering from a delayed empty nest syndrome. How about you?
