Happy birthday, pretty Emeline!
Emmett's okay this morning. We talked about it a lot last night. JZ explained that there really was a St. Nicklas who did good deeds and Emmett decided that it was a good way to show respect to St. Nick and the idea of giving. That's what I came back around to, just that Santa Claus is the idea of Christmas.
And we talked about why parents do it, and he got it when he thought about Matilda getting excited for Santa and presents. And I think he's looking forward to making Christmas fun for her.
That's a great transition for him, Hec. I'm glad he's ok with it.
Christmas is still pretty fun without the thought of a REAL Santa. Owen still doesn't "get" Santa--but he's been clinging to toy ads and saying, "We should go get THIS one" when he sees something he wants.
I finally got the ball rolling up here for his continuation of speech therapy. I can't wait to get that started again.
Note to self: Get new home phone number on the Do Not Call List, STAT.
Lots of recovery ~ma going out for your grandfather, Jess.
Ooof, the Santa thing. I remember feeling humiliated when I found out--like I was the butt of an elaborate joke played at my expense, the lone dupe, and God, how dumb was I to fall for it? (Why, no, I don't have a persecution complex, why do you ask?)
I got over it pretty quickly when my parents told me that knowing the truth meant that I was an adult now, and that it was now my job to help the other adults keep the Christmas magic going. I grudgingly admitted that Christmas would have been less fun without Santa, and that it was OK that they told me stuff that wasn't true in order to give me happier, more exciting Christmases.
Still. That was a bad day. I send hugs to Emmett, and I hope he can turn some of his disappointment around to pride at having joined the adult club. He can have fun making Christmases magical for Matilda.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS EMELINE!
I can't believe she's three!
Jessica, tons of ~ma for your grandfather.
Hec, I'm sad for Emmett, but I'm also really happy about the fact that he will be able to carry on the tradition with Matilda. I imagine that having a little sister makes this rite of passage a little more bearable.
Jessica, much ~ma to your grandfather
I refuse to believe that Emeline is THREE YEARS OLD TODAY!!
Wibbly wobbly... Timey wimey...
Santa exists in Laura's house. We have discussed this before! There will be no dissing of the Santa! The boys in my house know that they dare not speak of the possibility of Santa being anything but real. Santa exists. They will mess with me occasionally to get the Evil Mom Glare. But being fans of finding presents under the tree they always confess their true belief.
Now THAT is some good parenting.
Howdy, Jen! How's Boston?
Kristin, tell me that eventually you have enough assignments written up to reuse them. I'm so tired of creating assignment sheets from scratch, figuring out what information should be included, how to grade it, how to communicate it... blah.
