***Christmas is in 9 days. How the shit did that happen? The girl child is done, presents-wise. The awesome thing about shopping for a 16 month old, is that you can shop WITH said 16 month old. It’s like that movie “50 First Dates”, they forget what they saw or did almost as soon as they saw or did it. The rest of the shopping will be wrapped up (and by wrapped up, I mean done, not actually wrapped, because I refuse to let my brain go there until probably the 23rd) this weekend, and come Monday, I will be home free! Except for the wrapping, GAH the goddamn wrapping. Whatever.
***I cannot TELL you how excited I am for Christmas morning. And Christmas Eve. But mostly the morning. Because my kid? Is really, really, really excitable and expressive, and I will die at her face when she walks out to see all the awesome goodies that Santa left for her. And yes, ours will be a Santa house; I literally CANNOT IMAGINE not believing in Santa Clause as a child. Some of my greatest memories from my childhood are of my parents going above and beyond on the Santa front: boot prints in the house, hoof prints outside, big bites taken out of carrots left for reindeer, letters to Santa intercepted and replied to. They did whatever they could to make sure that we had that little bit of magic in our lives during the holidays, and I fully intend to pass that on to Dylan. It’s not lying, it cultivating magical memories people!
***It occurred to me today that I have no responsibilities for Christmas, other than playing Santa to a toddler with no sort term memory. We’re not having people over, we’re not required to bring anything to any of the places we’ll be going (although I’ll probably whip something up, maybe some candy or something, because I hate going places empty handed). After the stress and work of Thanksgving, I could not be more thrilled that I am off the hook for Christmas. It’s a Yuletide miracle!
***Dylan started counting yesterday. Like, actually counting. To 2. SHE’S 16 MONTHS OLD YOU GUYS. She added 3 today, I’ll try to get her up to 4 or 5 in the next week. It’s amazing, and fucking terrifying. I’m so proud and freaked out.
***My new favorite thing she says: “malk” or “mooooooooolk”, depending on her mood. That’s “milk”, by the way. Duh.
***And, there was this:
One of the greatest things about having kids is that until they’re big enough to fend you off, you have every right to make them wear gigantic purple helmets for your amusement. You won’t find that in any stupid baby book, either.