and Then I Told A Lie To Save Our Christmas

I don’t know a parent out there that does want to keep magic alive for their child. What makes our days memorable for our children is what we put into those days. IMG_3633.JPG

I needed to keep Christmas alive for my kids. Soon enough will be the too much questions and failing story lines to keep the Santa dreams going strong. I’m not ready to let go of the holiday time magic. Not yet. I need it. It’s my mommy heroin.

But mistakes are made when you are a parent. For instance, last week I scored the one gift my daughter wanted from Santa: the FROZEN 2 in 1 Ice Palace.

IMG_3634.JPGThe plastic sucker hit $100 in price and I begged her to consider a doll house or any other thing that she’ll love for many more years. Like all the character items, I think they have a “playtime expiration date”. Those awesome (and I don’t just mean price wise) yet fleeting toys that because of the characters may last a year. If that.
This toy was placed in the trunk of my hubby’s car. It was put down and forgotten about….until….

Mom. What’s that?

My son found the toy.
“NOTHING! You see nothing!!”

Where’s my surprise?

“You…nothing….it’s not a surprise!!”
I fumble and lose my quick thinking. I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t for his sister or something equally not true that could possibly salvage this screw up.
We get home and I tell my hubby.
“We have to move the boxes into the garage or something. DON’T let me forget.”

But we forgot.

I take the girl to pick up her brother and as she climbs in the back, she sees a blue box…

MOM!!! MOM WHAT IS THA……?!?

I jump out and grab the tarp that we have in the back of our SUV. I cover up the box and spread it wide to keep it from sliding off.
“Those are Grandma’s boxes she forgot to pick up”. Technically not a total lie. She was going to store the toy for us.
But, yeah, I fucked up.

BUT MOM?!?!?!

She’s crying now.

It’s not for me?? Nothing is for me??

“No, honey.”
…..I’mnotscrewingupChristmasIMNOTscrewingupChristmas….

There is so much ugly building up in me. I’M JUST NOT READY TO LET SANTA GO!! Not yet. No way.
Hours later, I got the toys out of the garage. I could cover them, mostly, with a black trash bag. It stood there with a hint of blue and pink teasing at the bottom. I can’t worry about that. I need to bandage this wound.
Shortly after my mini spy mission, we all plied into the SUV to head to a birthday party. The kids turned around to look in the back but there was nothing to see.

Mom, what happened? Where are the boxes?!?

My daughter is started to tear up again.
“Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. Yes, there was something back there. I’m not going to tell for who….”

For Hallie…

“Maybe. Maybe not. It doesn’t matter now because the elves have already picked the boxes up.”

My son’s mouth is agape.

“Yup. The elves came. Dawn (our Elf On The Shelf) called them and told them I needed some help so they came while we were in the house. Now, you must wait until Christmas, as you should.”

My baby girl, no longer crying:

So, my presents. The elves has them? So, we will be surprised?

“So you will be surprised, yes….
Can you wait?”
They look at each other with a spark of disappointment. But yet…

We can wait!!

Bandage applied.

t.r.m.

At 11:59pm, She Wailed Into My Life.

One minute.

One minute before midnight on November 3rd, she came out screaming.

She screamed for about an hour straight.
Damn pissed that someone took her out.
One minute later and we would be celebrating on a different day.
No, this is how she does things.
On her schedule. Her time clock.
IMG_3374.JPG A master of her destiny. A decider of her own fate….as long as Mommy says it’s okay.

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She came into the world and my life took a new route. Mommy of a baby girl. A girl. All I knew up to this point was “boy stuff”. Boy pooping. Boy feeding. Boy acting. A girl would be the same but different. Body parts are not even close to similar.
Will she be like him as a baby?
Will she eat better?
Sleep longer?
Make me wish she was a boy?!?

At 11:59pm on November 3rd, 2010, a screaming bundle of pink called out for us. For me. And I’ve been hypnotized by her ever since.

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My sweet, sassy girl. My Hallie Bear.
You make our life and family complete.

Happy 4th Birthday, Baby Ninja.

Mommy.

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If This Is Halloween, What Should We Watch? #NetflixKids

Today is Halloween and the day is jammed packed with activity. School, more cookie-making, IMG_0561.JPG and then, of course, our trick-or-treating time.
The hubs and I have already agreed that it’ll be a short but sweet event. See a few spooky houses, get some candy and then get the freak home. I want to end on a good note so it’ll be a Netflix night. The question is what do we watch as a family as we separate our treats from the evening’s adventure?

I asked my awesome trm followers on my fan page for suggestions. They never fail me :)
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Monica, Bré and myself shouted out The Nightmare Before Christmas right from the beginning. Always the first movie we go to during this time.

Neve reminded me about another Tim Burton classic Frankenweenie

IMG_0016.JPG I love that this one is in black and white!!

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Bethany suggested Spooky Buddies What kid wouldn’t love watching these adorable puppies?? This movie is a favorite in our house!

More great ideas were The Addams Family, Goosebumps, Scared Shrekless, and House Of Anubis Definitely a good choice for the older kids.

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Of course, there are tons of other selections to finish of your Halloween night on a fun (and not so scary) note so the little ones have their sweet dreams.

Any movies/tv shows on your family’s list favorites? Tell us in the comments below!
Thanks again to Bré, Monica, Neve, Bethany, and MomVice for their help creating this list!!

t.r.m.

Blogger’s Note: This is another post highlighting the awesomeness that is Netflix. Getting the swag is cool and all but Netflix has my heart so writing about the service is a joy (and I’d do it forever if they’d let me!)

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Halloween Humbug: Please Spare us the Cute BumbleBee Babies.

I adore Cordelia of Multilingual Mama. When I asked for some snark regarding Halloween (which I love), she was the first to come calling. Here is her guest post about saving Halloween traditions for when your kids are a bit older. Read it all because she brings up some REALLY GOOD POINTS about Halloween with little ones. Oh, the horror….

Of all the holidays we must partake in, I think parents with kids aged newborn to five-yr-olds should simply opt out of Halloween. First off, most of us don’t believe in ghosts but for those of us who do, what kind of dire mojo are we exuding since we want to scare spirits away? Our neighbors over in Mexico put on a feast and a party for their spirits, which sounds like a lot more fun to me.

At the risk of being a massive party pooper, here are my top five reasons to delay celebrating Halloween for as long as possible:

1. Sacred Sugar: This is a holiday specifically aimed at purchasing and consuming as much refined sugar as possible. That I would even need to explain why this is a bad idea boggles the mind.

2. Sugar again: They can’t (or shouldn’t) eat (bucket loads of) sweets. And by most mommy pages I read, we are all trying to lay off the sweets too so why collect four or five pounds of the stuff only to feel shitty every time you pop a mini-mars or handful of candy corn in your mouth?

3. Costumes: I am not saying babies don’t look cute dressed up as little pumpkins but here’s the thing: babies look cute wrapped up in a dish towel. Why add to the insane holiday consumerism, waste of natural resources, and potential superfluous spending on a costume you’ll probably use once, maybe twice?

4. Conserve Energy:
Save your enthusiasm for when it counts. You are going to have plenty of years to dress the kid up and traipse them from house to house so conserve your energy and costume creativity for a time when they will actually remember it. You will also need energy when they are creating their own costumes, either begging them not to scare the toddlers of parents who didn’t read this post with scary ghoulish masks or begging them not to dress up as the not-so-snow-white turned hooker to the seven dwarves.

5. Tears NOT of joy.
Let’s say your neighbor pinterest-crafted some fruit juice gummies and you inherited a free second hand costume. And in lieu of ambling around the neighborhood collecting compliments on your darling lady bugged offspring (Shhhh but they are just being polite and really couldn’t care less), you decide to meet up for healthy-ish playdate with cute friends in costumes to take pictures for Grand-ma and grand-pa.

Behold the tears and tantrums. People may have looked at me funny for bringing my kid dressed as herself but she was the only one who stayed dry-eyed and smiling throughout the festivities. Meanwhile, little Susie and Samatha, whose parents were insisting on just one picture with the pumpkin or buzzing bee hat, issued blood curdling screams suitable for a Nightmare on Elm Street.

This has been your Public Service Announcement from the Halloween Scrooge over at Multilingual Mama.

Find her at Multilingual Mama and among the amazing writers at BLUNTmoms

t.r.m.

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Because She Calls It “GoodMorning”

She lives in the moment. The positive. She can teach me a thing or two.
Like how NOT to be worried about the future as much as I do. I know it’s my adult duty to sit in silence and frown with concerns but she not aware of those type of troubles just yet.

Take, for instance, how she discusses the morning time. She never uses “early morning” or “morning time” to describe the beginning of the day. IMG_3282.JPG

She says “it’s the ‘goodmorning’ ” One word. No separation here, my friends.
While morning is explained by the sun rising, the appearance of fog covering the streets or the brightness of light as we weave in and out of school traffic, she adds the “good” part as if we all do. Even though we don’t. Some of us usually don’t as often as maybe we should.
I noticed this just last week as I pushed through a crazy, busy schedule. Work, blogging and visiting family made me not see the “good” anything. I didn’t ignore the “good”, I just didn’t see it in front of me. My good. Life, family, love.
But she sees it. It’s all she knows. Morning equals good therefore goodmorning exists.
We all could take a pause and remember that any morning that we awake with loved ones and our life is so damned good.

And because my three year old said it.

t.r.m.