Getting back into this isn't easy for me. I've taken a little extended break from blogging. Actually I've taken a little extended break from a lot of things. Blogging, school, work, sanity....
Yeah, it's been a rough few months :)
Christmas is fast approaching and although the music on the radio is still causing chunks to rise up in my throat when I hear anything seasonal related, Olivia is doing her best to get me in the holiday spirit. She'll be 4 in March and this is the first year that she really gets the whole concept of Santa and is really excited about it. This leads me to a story that I really want to share.
About two weeks ago Livvy was talking on her play phone. I asked who she was talking to and she announced that she was talking to Santa! So I tell her to make sure she tells Santa what she really wants for Christmas. This is what I hear:
"Santa? I want toys, and juice, and books, and puzzles, and green beans, and peas, and pork shops (chops)......."
I about fell over laughing. A 3 year old asking Santa for meat is a sure sign of a recession and unemployed mom if you ask me.
So I decide to call the "real" Santa so she can tell him what she wants. I call my Dad. I dial the number, and he answers:
Dad: Hello?
Me: Hello, Santa! Olivia would really like to tell you what she wants for Christmas this year. Do you have a few minutes to talk to her?
Dad: Uh, okay.....
Me: Olivia, Santa is on the phone! Come tell him what you want!
Olivia: (grabbing the phone out of my hand) Santa! I want toys, and juice, and books, and puzzles...
Okay?
Dad: Okay, Olivia! (in Santa voice)
Olivia: Okay....can I talk to Nina now??
I tell ya, I know my kid is smart but she caught on to the fact that it was her PopPop on the other end of that phone and not Santa a little to easily if you ask me! But certainly not before she told him everything she wanted!
You can bet that 'Santa' will be placing a pack of pork chops under the tree on Christmas morning! Maybe a can of green beans and peas too!
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