December 27th, 2007
Ours was good. Tiring but good.
It will never not be tiring, not until these two are a little more grown, grown enough to not want to bound out of bed at 5:00 a.m. to see if Santa arrived.
FedEx Santa was able to get the telescope here on time, although Punksin has been driving us batshit asking us to use it. (How dare she actually want to use it?) It’s been a series of extremely overcast and foggy days – there’s no hope of seeing squat.
We’ve tried explaining this to Punksin, of course. On day one, she grudgingly accepted this. Today, I think she said, fuck it, I want to see something. So we set up the telescope and she happily looked at – nothing.
The key word is happily. That’s all we cared about. If looking at shades of grey floats her boat, who the hell am I to tell her it’s not worth looking at?
She had a good Christmas, I think. We never got the nativity scene we wanted but there’s always next year. Who knows, maybe I can actually find some on sale right now.
It was a good day in our house. I was with my lovely kids and my fantabulous husband, and then we went to see my family. I’m getting sort of antsy these days about the kids – and me – spending more time with my grandmother. I’m not hastening her out of the door, don’t get me wrong, but I just feel the urge to do it because you never know. I want her to enjoy them, and them to know her, all the more so since my mother is not in the picture. So it was good to see her, and she did comment on feeling blessed to be able to see and spend time with her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
God bless us, every one.