For those of you who do not have children, you may not really get this entry. However, I am going to assume that most of you were once children yourselves, and can maybe reflect back on these things from YOUR parents point of view.
So, last night, Lukin and I curled up on the couch to watch "Twas the Night Before Christmas". You know the one. The one about Joshua Trundle, the clockmaker and the clock he made to sing a song for Santa, and the mouse teenager who had written the mean letter to Santa, and wrecked the clock...that one. And as we were watching it, I was remembering how much I loved that show as a kid and it brought a little tear to my eye to watch it with my son.
Later, we watched the Charlie Brown Christmas Special on the ABC channel and it was fun to see how this is the first Christmas that Lukin has really been cognizant of what's going on, and that also brought a tear to my eye to think about how he is forming his earliest Christmas memories this year. Will he remember them? I don't know. But it's fun to watch him form them.
(Side note: the teary-eyed-ness may be caused by the increased hormones (aka: being pregnant can make me cry).
Today, was the best though because we were at the MOA. And my MIL (Mother-in-Law) and I were walking through Nick Universe, and there was Santa just sitting there. So we turned around to come and get Little Man's picture taken with Santa. He was okay with this up until we were face-to-face with Santa. Then he started getting scared and saying, "No. No Ho-Ho," repeatedly, before letting out a high-pitched cry. Needless to say, he didn't take a picture with "Ho-Ho" this year. Maybe next year when he is the big Brother.
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