Today has been interesting. We took Q to see Santa today. This has been the first year that he really gets the whole Christmas thing. His whole face lit up when he came home and saw that his father and I had put up the Christmas tree. Each day for the last couple of months he has been telling me long, incomprehensible stories about Santa. Yesterday, our fire department drove around town with a Santa on the fire engine. Quincy freaked! He was so excited to see Santa Claus and it was not just because of the half dozen candy canes the big red guy was flinging out of the engine. Kevin and I were really looking forward to seeing how Q would react to seeing Santa up close and personal. The last two years the poor boy was terrified.
Today, we waited in a long, meandering line with a lot of other weary parents and hyped up kids. Q was super impatient. Finally we got the the head of the line.
Quincy climbed on Santa's lap and sat there as a stunned, shellshocked lump. The mall Santa guy tried to coax Quincy out of his stunned status and he asked Q what he wanted for Christmas. All Quincy would say was "seaturtle," I kid you not "seaturtle."
One of the questions we have to incorporate into our updated family autobiography is how having a child will change your life? That question is really unanswerable. How can predict seaturtles.
Tonight it is very windy. No snow or sleet, but the wind is vicious. All of our windows (we have 42!) are shaking noiselessly. There is no way Quincy is going to sleep alone in his room tonight. He is afraid of the wind blowing against the windowpanes on a quiet, gentle night. So as soon as I turn off the computer I will climb the stairs to sleep with my snoring husband and a pair of tiny toddler feet kicking me in the back all night.
A very good night
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