Monday, December 29, 2008

The Best Christmas Ever

"Mommy, this is the BEST Christmas ever!" exclaimed my 2 year repeatedly on Christmas day.
After a late night on Christmas Eve, the children thankfully slept in on Christmas Day. We got home from my brother's house at about 2:30 in the morning. We spent the next hour building the Dora and Diego Pirate Adventureship and wrapping the Kitchen Centre that had fortunately been built a few days earlier. We filled the stockings and then snuck into bed at about a quarter to four.
We awoke at 8:45 to Victor banging at his bedroom gate. We were grateful and amazed that the children had slept in almost 2 hours. We let the little guy out of his room and he ran to his sister's room and jumped on her bed, calling "nenna, nenna". She jumped out of bed and raced to the top of the stairs to see if Santa had come.
Two little munchkins were bursting with excitement as they raced down the stairs. Oddly, they ran right by the wrapped pirate playhouse and the kitchen centre and went straight to the fireplace to rip open their stockings. Half-way through, Sienna remembers the glass of milk and cookies and carrots that we had placed out for Santa. She was very pleased to see that Santa drank all of his milk, leaving only a few cookie crumbs behind, and one carrot that had been munched on by Rudolph.
We actually had to point them in the direction of the two monstrous gifts sitting in the kitchen. They were jumping and squealing with delight as they unwrapped the pirate ship and the kitchen centre, left by Santa.
At Sienna's request, we had Strawberry Belgian Waffles for breakfast. This gave them just enough energy to rip through the rest of their gifts from Mommy and Daddy. The reaped a huge loot this year. Sienna received pots and pans for her new kitchen, a blender, a mixer, and a coffee maker along with a new dolly, a princess outfit, some books and a few clothes. Little Victor was equally gifted with an Elmo Live, a shopping cart, toy drum, saxophone, remote control truck, books, and clothes.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Time

Five hundrend twenty five thousand six hundred minutes It really doesn't matter how you measure time - whether it be by seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks or months. The units of time that make up one full year pass by so quickly. I measure time by the arrival of the weekend; by the passing of another work week with so much left uncompleted. I measure time by the disappearance of a day. Before I know it, another day is over and I am once again placing my head on the pillow not understanding how the day has passed so quickly. I measure time by the the clothes I pack away which no longer fit my children. Just how did they outgrow this shirt, pant, sock? I measure time by another trip to the grocery, wondering how all those groceries I last bought have disappeared from the fridge. I measure time by staring at the trees in my backyard, wondering how they became covered with snow, when just yesterday I was was watching the leaves bud. Time is tick, tick, ticking away.