The oldest noticed that one of her past Santa gifts was marked "Made in China" (it was a tag on a stuffed animal, not some metal painted thing!). She asked, "Is the north pole in China?" I answered that no it wasn't. So she asked why her stuffed horse from Santa said it was. I said, "Because of the economy, Santa can't afford to employ all of those toy-making elves. It's really the Elf Union's fault. They kept demanding more and more benefits that Santa just couldn't afford. Eventually they went on strike and Santa had to order all the toys for girls and boys online. He found this to be a great time-saver -- the toys are already packaged, kids want exact toys, not hand-made things anymore. So when the Elf Union continued to make impossible demands, Santa restructured his system. He hired non-union elves to care for the reindeer, receive and sort the toys, help him keep track of the naughty-nice list, but really it's a skeleton operation now.
Thank goodness she had wandered off and started doing something else because I had run out of things to say!
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
and then sometimes...
I post a lot about the mis-adventures of having 3 kids. I don't say enough about the nice things.
Like the fact that the ladies at the grocery store bakery look forward to Tuesday so they can give the toddler a cookie the size of her face (by the way, grocery shopping has become much less of a weekly dread).
The fact that every morning the toddler calls me and when I go get her, she grins and gives me a big snuggly hug.
The boy still thinks I'm the prettiest woman in the world (he really says so). He says he loves me the most and that I can actually feel his hugs releasing my neck-muscle tension.
The girl is so girly and talkative and wants to be involved in things that interest me. She wants to tell me about her friends. Maybe if I listen, she will want to keep talking when she's older?
***
This morning after the girl was off to school, but before the toddler was up, the boy snuggled up in bed with the man and me, watching morning cartoons, just like his sister used to do years ago. It was so nice. I missed those days.
So there ya go, a totally sentimental post, no comedy at all. I must have PMS
Like the fact that the ladies at the grocery store bakery look forward to Tuesday so they can give the toddler a cookie the size of her face (by the way, grocery shopping has become much less of a weekly dread).
The fact that every morning the toddler calls me and when I go get her, she grins and gives me a big snuggly hug.
The boy still thinks I'm the prettiest woman in the world (he really says so). He says he loves me the most and that I can actually feel his hugs releasing my neck-muscle tension.
The girl is so girly and talkative and wants to be involved in things that interest me. She wants to tell me about her friends. Maybe if I listen, she will want to keep talking when she's older?
***
This morning after the girl was off to school, but before the toddler was up, the boy snuggled up in bed with the man and me, watching morning cartoons, just like his sister used to do years ago. It was so nice. I missed those days.
So there ya go, a totally sentimental post, no comedy at all. I must have PMS
Christmas shopping with kids...
We took the kids to the mall this weekend to see Santa, get the obligatory photo, and let them go on the overpriced train ride. Then we took them to Target to shop for each other. Whilst Dad browsed the electronics department, I took them one at a time to choose gifts for one-another.
The boy shopped like a guy:
Me: "What do you think your sister would like?"
Him: "I think she would like a car or a toy gun."
Me: "How about we look in the Barbie/Pony aisle?"
Him: "She would like this Barbie Car."
Me: "That Barbie car is $75.00, lets look for something more reasonable. Look ^ up ^"
Him: "Just get her one of those Ponies with a stick on its head."
Me: "You mean a unicorn?"
Him: "Whatever, can we go get something to eat?"
The girl saw a million things she'd like to get... for herself. I was so frustrated as to why the kids kept choosing such high priced items, then I figured it out. Those jerks in marketing but the high-dollar, cool-looking items at kid-eye level. As soon as I picked them up to rational-eye-level, they chose rational items.
I can't wait until they are old enough to use their own money and shop for themselves!
After everyone was done, I noticed there were 5 blu-ray movies in the cart. Also, the free sample of chocolate was all over the toddler's face and dress. Whatever, collateral damage of shopping with the whole family. Yay-lunch!
The boy shopped like a guy:
Me: "What do you think your sister would like?"
Him: "I think she would like a car or a toy gun."
Me: "How about we look in the Barbie/Pony aisle?"
Him: "She would like this Barbie Car."
Me: "That Barbie car is $75.00, lets look for something more reasonable. Look ^ up ^"
Him: "Just get her one of those Ponies with a stick on its head."
Me: "You mean a unicorn?"
Him: "Whatever, can we go get something to eat?"
The girl saw a million things she'd like to get... for herself. I was so frustrated as to why the kids kept choosing such high priced items, then I figured it out. Those jerks in marketing but the high-dollar, cool-looking items at kid-eye level. As soon as I picked them up to rational-eye-level, they chose rational items.
I can't wait until they are old enough to use their own money and shop for themselves!
After everyone was done, I noticed there were 5 blu-ray movies in the cart. Also, the free sample of chocolate was all over the toddler's face and dress. Whatever, collateral damage of shopping with the whole family. Yay-lunch!
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