Humor

I'm incredibly lucky to have two kids with spectacular senses of humor. I need to remember that.

Last Friday they went to see Santa. My rule is they've got to get their picture made with Santa until they are 18. So instead of subjecting them to standing in line to see Santa with their mother (and subjecting me to listening to them complain), I had Emily (nanny, driver, 'manager') take them. She said they were fussing and complaining away so she told them to do anything, even act crazy around Santa but just hush and get the picture done. So the boy came up with a plan and the girl went along.

Apparently they sit down on Santa's lap and the boy starts looking all cutsy, shrugs his shoulders and in a fairly feminine voice tells Santa that he wants a multi colored pony for Christmas. Santa, a little perplexed, then turns to the girl who deadpans "and I want a gun". Shocked, Santa looks at Emily who is a bit surprised they actually did it, steps back and tells Santa that they aren't hers, she only watches them. Luckily Santa has a pretty good sense of humor himself so he kept my kids there for a very long time. The boy was asking questions about the universe (So Santa, since you've been all over everywhere, how big IS the universe) and Santa was having a grand ole time goofing with them. Eventually the picture takers had to remind Santa that there was a string of little kids waiting and off my two went.

The picture is awesome. I'll post it later.

Merry Christmas.

Tis the Season

So here we are, back at Christmas. As in the past, I swore this wouldn't go bad. I'd have everything done, I'd be prepared, I have fun. Well, maybe I needed one more off year.

I was doing better this year. I did most of my shopping in November when I was in Hong Kong. I tried not to let the fact that I had the nanny decorate my tree get to me too much. But it all came crashing in this week -- I was so off. Not as off as I was a year ago but about as off as I was early fall and now I'm on 'just get through' mode.

I most get why and it is several things really. First off, I miss my dad. Second, this is the first divorced christmas and while we are making it okay -- it still is a reminder of the fact that so many things went wrong there and I'm not where I wanted to be or thought I'd be at this point. And finally, my mother. She causes me so much stress it is unbelievable. Even when I see it coming and think I can handle it, it makes so upset I've felt ill the past two days.

But the boy. The boy has been almost perfect. When I fell a little apart on Friday night he gives me a big huge like he meant it hug and told me I'd been handling all the stress very well. Said he'd never be able to do what I did and that he thought I was doing great and that I really just needed not to worry about my mother. What a darling. I kind of felt bad he had to step in and be the man but thank god he did.

SIms

My daughter is a Sims fanatic. All she does these days is play Sims. She creates families, kills them off, rearranges them, lets them do their own thing. She recreates our family in all its various incarnations.

She's quite the computer literate little thing too.

What an awesome darling.