Avoidance

I keep telling myself I'm done.  All presents purchased, wrapped and even (well, today they all will be) delivered to the houses where they will be opened.  But I've been kidding myself.  There is one last present not bought.  One I've been trying to forget about-and I'm not really sure why.  Kate asked for 2 things for Christmas.  A Rapunzel dress (in the bag, I know my girl, she didn't even have to ask for that one!) and a hairdryer.  A hair dryer??  What on earth does a 3 year old need with a hair dryer?  She knows I have one but it only gets pulled about about once every 2 weeks.

Here's my crazy train-of-thought coming out:  A hairdryer?  I don't want her to have a hairdryer.  I don't want her to feel like she needs to blow her hair dry to look nice (and if you know me, you know I don't believe hair dryers are necessary objects....although I sure do get more comments on my hair when I use them...).  What on earth is she going to use the hair dryer for?  I don't want to spend a lot of money on something so strange.  So, there must be toy hair dryers, right?  Because I can't have my 3 year old have something that plugs into the wall - she will electrocute herself!  But is there really such a thing as a toy hair dryer?  Why would the world need a toy hair dryer??

So I'm finally biting the bullet.  It's 3 days before Christmas.  Time to buy that last gift.  So I start my search online.  Why join in the store rush when you can check stock online?  Perfect.  First stop...Target.com.  Only plug-in dryers.  Toysrus.com, same thing.  Ok, ok, I could go to Walmart.com, kmart.com, etc, but if you're a mom you have amazon prime, right?  So I check amazon and their wonderful 2 day shipping site.  Bingo.  I knew somewhere in this messed up world there was a beauty set for a toddler.  My biggest choice now, is Disney Princess or Barbie.  Lord have mercy.

 

 So, here you go, my little girly girl.  I'm going to ride this wave because I'm not sure where it came from and a secret little part of me wants to know how long it will last and what it will develop into.  And you sure are cute when you strip down as soon as you walk in the door and put on your dress up clothes.   If I thought it was hard to get you out the door in the morning before, now you have all this primping to do.

Excuse me, Santa Claus? We're not ready yet.

 It's not that we aren't ready for Christmas.  Believe me.  We've been ready now for weeks.  It's just that we are having too much fun.  More Christmas carols have been sung, sugar has been consumed and the tally of total hours that our twinkle lights have been on are bigger than previous years.

Summer's new favorite phrase - "HO HO HO"

 I have been missing from blog-posting land and I blame it whole-heartedly on Christmas.  I barely have enough time to blog-stalk these days, let alone post.  Why sit in front of my computer when I can sing and dance along to Mariah singing my all-time favorite version of "All I Want for Christmas"??

Kate doing her full volume version of Jingle Bells

We are all decked out here and patiently awaiting Santa.  Eric, our resident house elf has been diligently reporting back to the North Pole each day, and the reports have been good! 

Latest Christmas project: Turning race medals into ornaments.  I've had an obsession with road races for about 10 years now and I have a bunch of finisher's medals to show for it.  Until now, they have been sitting in the back of a drawer collecting dust.  But thanks to dear Rebecca, who my mom and I pushed for Team Hoyt in the Surf n Santa 10 Miler, I've given them new life.  Great idea, Rebecca!!!
 

 

But that still doesn't solve my problem.  I want Christmas go to on for another 3 weeks or so.  Or better yet - until spring.  Because then there won't be any dreary winter blues.  Just twinkle lights, peanut butter balls, and Christmas carols.  Most people probably think I'm crazy.  But I love me some Christmas.

It's Here

"When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness."
- Bob Hope

waiting for Santa