Christmas This and Christmas That
The trip to see Santa wasn’t all bad, we did get a picture and some unsolicited parenting advice from a mall Santa. In the end I decided that telling Santa to fuck off was inappropriate. But man, I really wanted to.
Friday night I finished off the top secret craft, in time for Christmas with my Grandma on Saturday night. It turned out really well. Especially considering Steve did most of the cooking while I helped Callum play with his toys and carefully avoid the Very Scary Rocking Horse that we got him for Christmas. Him and the dog avoid this horse like the plague.
Sunday we did the Christmas Latte and beach thing. This is where its too cold and rainy to actually go to the beach so instead you buy a $5 coffee, park at the beach and sit in your car. Its rather enjoyable, actually.
Sunday night I made shrinky dink pins! I can not tell you how much fun this was. I mean, like, stupid fun. The joy I got out of making these is immense. A lot of joy was had.
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Haha that 2nd pic is hilarious!!!! I want to see these shrinky dink pins in person, they look super cute!
Bwahahaha, scared of the rocking horse! And what did the mall Santa say?! Inquiring minds want to know!
Callum was flipping out with the prospect of sitting on the man’s knee (which I totally expected, most kids his age won’t go near a stranger, nevermind get on their laps) so I didn’t make him. And Santa gives me some song and dance that if I pick him up every time he makes a noise, he’ll be whiney and never get over it. I’m like seriously, fuck off, the kid isn’t that much of a Mommy’s boy for his age (its typical at this age to have some shyness) and Santa is bloody scary to kids.
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And because its a small town, and a small mall, every Tom, Dick and Harry came out of their shop with a toy or some noise making device to “cheer” the kid up. That just made it all worse…
So, in the end, I got one bad picture of my kid with Santa but hey, its done
He’s looking at his Mom, wondering, why in hell would she put me on a Stranger’s Knee. Has she totally lost her mind. And that is not a horse, Mom, that is a Bull!!
Amber,
You used to be so nice. And now, so naughty. You don’t even write me anymore. I don’t want to ruin your christmas morning, but I think I’ll be putting some coal dust along with the parenting and self help books I picked out for you. I hope we can do better next year.
Happy holidays and fuck you too,
Santa
I got the scissors! I love them! Thank you!