Never in my life did I think that a child would be so overly excited about a jumbo pen. But I guess that is why they have fourteen varieties of them for sale at the Dollar store. They are banking on the ‘jumbo pen’ making every kid’s Christmas wish list. and every adults. and every infants. and every NFL players, and zombies. and leprechauns.
oh p.s. did I mention I’m in a weird mood? yeah. happening.
So we wrote a letter to Santa. It was part of the 12 Days of Christmas jar party. The treat was a gigantic writing utensil. The activity was writing a letter celebrating greed…I mean asking nicely for a reward for good behavior. He told me what to write in the blanks. It reads…
Dear Santa, I have been a bad boy. I like to go to creek, see trains, see stars, Mickey Mouse, make circle. This year I would like choo choo train ride, to put a hat on, a red, green & blue. Thank you very much. Love Will Jackson Bower.
I’m fairly certain that ‘bad boy’ comes from a movie because we never have said anyone is a bad boy…not unless Will is listening at the door when Jeremy is flirting. Rawr. And ‘put a hat on’ means that he wants to ride something that would require a helmet…such a little adreneline junkie. I have no idea what a red, green and blue means. And he does refer to himself as ‘Will Jackson Bower’. It’s very formal. If he ever meets the president, he’s ready.
So Santa this year was located inside a Barnes & Noble because it was raining. The carriage sleigh ride was canceled. I shed a tear.
As we were leaving the house, I went through my routine of walking around grabbing important stuff like fruit snacks and burp cloths and muttering ‘we need this’ over and over. Will ran into the kitchen and grabbed his paper, crumpled it into a ball and yelled ‘we need this’ at the top of his lungs while stuffing it down his shirt. After arriving at the bookstore, he ran with balled-up letter in hand past all the pillars of hardbacks and past the line of people waiting to order coffee and right up to the big man himself. Normally this child is relatively shy with strangers…but this time, he wore confidence like an oversized parka. He walked right up, said “Hi Santa” and handed him the letter, turned and plopped down in the seat next to me. All business.
After it was all said and done, the train table was the real star of the show.
Oh and yes, we do happen to have one of the best Santas I’ve ever seen…he’s very authentic looking. The photographer in me is very happy about that. I’m also happy that I have the first three visits of Will and Santa together. I didn’t get a solo shot of Weston with Santa (unhappy face) because he was needing a boob break. Next year I suppose.
So anyone else out there in a funky mood? I blame the christmas treats. and the hormones. and the fact that I have a two year old who is addicted to helmet activities. nuff said.
More christmas to come. It’s the holiday that just won’t stop