In traditional fashion, the 2011 Christmas will include about a half dozen different celebrations. In an effort to accommodate these festivities while also getting 'the most wonderful time of the year' over before Memorial Day, our family Christmas was on a Wednesday.
Tanna provided the holiday cheer on Tuesday. Cleaning house, putting up two strings of lights, wrapping gifts. It actually appeared that she might just break into a dance at some point due to uninhibited joy. I wanted to yell, "Tanna, stop being excited. You're not getting squat." I want to do a lot of things...
I celebrated Wednesday morning with some pretty solid puking efforts. For those of you who don't have kids, puking doesn't result in parenting awards. I really didn't care what the kids got into and got in bed. They have to grow up sometime, right? Also, I believe my wife caused my sickness. I don't get this 'Christmas cheer' crap. It makes me sick.
I laid in bed and prayed for death. The kids were on the loose.
Tanna walked in to find another soul with some Christmas cheer. Elizabeth! She had opened four presents!
Tanna loaded the kids up to go to daycare. En route, she asked Elizabeth why she was opening gifts.
"Elizabeth, you know you are supposed to wait until mommy and daddy say its okay to open Christmas presents."
"No I dote (don't)." (Actually, might be telling the truth here. We never really sat her down to explain the sequence of events that is Christmas...)
"Well, you need to wait until mommy and daddy are home and tell you its okay to open presents before you just start opening gifts."
In classic Elizabeth fashion, she dropped her head and turned it slightly away to try and escape the gentle admonishment. "Ohay (Okay)," she said sheepishly.
Ethan sat in his car seat absorbing it all. I think he probably relishes the opportunity to see Elizabeth scolded. "That's what you get for running me over, trying to squeeze my head off like a zit and stealing my toys!"
Suddenly, Elizabeth popped back to life. The pain of the gentle scolding long gone. She lurched forward. Her excitement contained only by the seat belt and boasted.
"BUT MOM, I GOT A BARBIE!"
As the day wore on, I recovered. Wrapped the once opened gifts. Prepared to suffer through more cheer.
Elizabeth got home and quickly recognized that the almighty "Ho Ho" had stopped by. It was finally time. Elizabeth dove into the packages, desperately searching for Barbie. Where was she? Had she disappeared? Maybe this one? No. Maybe this one? But it looks different than it did this morning. Hmmm. No this has to be it. It is Barbie size and Barbie weight. Feverishly opening the package, she suddenly howled "Barbie."
Merry Christmas Elizabeth.
This is the gift that keeps on giving. I now have the distinct pleasure of helping Elizabeth dress, undress and find shoes for the little skank known as 'Barbie.'
Bah humbug.
On a side note, my mom was evaluating naked Barbie at Christmas celebration #11 and had this to say. "Well, at least they've made those smaller." Guessing this is in reference to the boobs. How big were they?
