Monday, December 19, 2005
Riley tells all.
One of the gifts (since it was dirty santa I opened - and then lost - several) I was lucky enough to receive was a dancing hamster. It sang "Everybody was kung-fu fighting" and danced, waving a cute little pair of num-chucks (a word I don't really know how to spell.) Sadly, it was taken from me. I ended up with five bucks instead, so I'm not complaining.
Riley is going to a tea party in the morning with a bunch of little girls. She's so excited. It's a dress-up event, and she's taking a gift to exchange. She's so social, and she's been looking forward to this for weeks. Literally counting the days. Logan is beside himself - whenever she leaves him to go to a friend's house it's as if there was a death in the family. Every time she mentions it he gets so sad. We're working on the concept of "being glad for others when they have a special opportunity." It just isn't getting through yet.
Tonight Riley asked if we could make cookies to put out for Santa on Christmas Eve. I haven't really pushed the idea of Santa at all - either saying he's real or not real - I just haven't talked much about it. Obviously they hear a lot of input regarding "the real meaning of Christmas" and I guess I've just let the Santa stuff play itself out. They think he's kind of real - as in, it's a real person in a costume somehow, and Mom and Dad buy the presents...
Anyway, she said "can we make cookies for Santa?" and I said "sure." So she lit up, and then said "can we leave him some milk, too?" and I said "sure." So she thought for a minute and then added "and can we leave some for Mrs. Claus, because she'll probably have to come with him to help." I love her.
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