Brace youreselves-this is a long one.....
And I know, I know...Christmas is still several months away. But for any of you out there who know me well, you know that I LOVE Christmas! It's my most favorite time of the year for sure. And no, I'm not a crazy freak about it, I don't put my tree up super early. I just love all the lights, decorations and the fact that we get to spend a lot of time with friends and family. But to my dismay, our little P has recently learned the "truth" about Santa and I have to admit that it makes me just a little bit sad! But she's been questioning it for about the last year.
It all started with the tooth fairy...and when she found out about that one she was devastated...I mean, it was as if she was mourning someone's death. I think she had a hunch about the tooth fairy but wasn't quite ready to know the truth. But the first question out of her mouth about it and Dave went right ahead and told her the tooth fairy was a fraud. she cried in her room for about an hour! Then, we skated through Christmas last year with a few questions like "So and so at school is Jewish and they don't believe in Santa...is he real?" But she was fine with questions back like "I believe in the magic of Santa, do you?" She would always answer yes (and do you like how I kind of skirted the issue so I didn't have to flat out lie?!). Then came the Easter bunny...while driving in the car one day she said "Come on Mommy...a giant bunny hopping around the world delivering candy?" I've always had a hard time lying about that one so I went ahead and told her the truth. And she could have cared a less. I guess she was over the tooth fairy trauma.
But Santa...that was a different story. I was determined not to let that one go. And I think that she really wanted to hold onto that one as well. There was a small part of me that just felt like if we gave up Santa, we were giving up a piece of her childhood. And that we'd be giving up the magic of Christmas (sorry for my sappiness!). But at the start of this school year she started to go through some pretty intense anxiety. One night as we lay in bed reading a chapter book, she interrupted me at three different points of the story to ask three different questions. They were: "Mommy, do you promise that no one will shoot me with a gun and make me die?"; and "Mommy do you promise that my whole life is not a dream?"; and the last one was..."Mommy do you promise that you and Daddy are not Santa?" I had very honest conversations with her about the first two questions. But the last one? Well, I selfishly lied and even pinky swore that Santa was real. I just wanted one last Christmas with Santa...one last Christmas where she wondered all day if he was on his way, when he'd get to her cousins' house in New Jersey and then make his way to Seattle, what kind of cookies he would like, and just one more time watching her face light up in the morning to discover that Santa had come and gone.
So for the next two days I felt incredibly guilty about my little white lie and decided that it was time to give up Santa. I mean, the poor girl was asking some pretty serious questions. And let's face it...she already knew deep down that Dave and I are Santa. And if she can't trust my answer to that question, than how could she possibly trust my answers to serious questions like "is someone going to shoot me and make me die"? So I told her. And she wasn't terribly phased about it. She almost seemed relieved to know the truth. I did explain to her that Santa originated from someone named Saint Nicholas who was known as the protector of children and would give children presents in his day...and that parents carry on that tradition. Her main response to all of this was..."Well it all makes sense now! I mean I've been wondering how someone like Santa could live for so long!"
I know it seems silly to be a little sad about it all...but she just seems to be growing up so fast. And I think the whole Santa thing just kind of symbolized the wonderment of childhood and I really didn't want to let that go. Thankfully, she has mentioned several times in the past month how excited she is for Christmas...to get a tree, buy presents for everyone, listen to Christmas music, see family, etc....And if she's getting excited about it all this early in the fall...then I think that I have successfully instilled in her a true love for the Christmas season...with or without Santa.
So...I turned 40 this summer. A while back actually, in June. But in June we had several other 40th bdays to celebrate that required air travel to get to...(including my twin sister's party in NYC which was super fun). And then it was summer and Parker and I were gone until the middle of July and by that time everyone is away for the summer. We literally could not find a good weekend to celebrate my birthday this summer. So we waited until labor day and had a super fun end of summer backyard bash...Complete with mason jar prickly pear mojitos (my fave drink), pizza from Tom Douglas' Serious Pie (my fave pizza!), several night time games of tomato stakes, a late night bonfire and most importantly good friends and family. I couldn't have asked for a better celebration!
I won't bore you with a bunch of pictures of people you don't know...especially because if you do know me you've already seen them all on facebook and instagram! But I do have to include two of my favorites-the one of me, my mom and two of my sisters and the one of the bonfire scene.
Today truly is the last day of summer for my little P as she starts back to school tomorrow. So I'll be busy hanging with her and up late tonight trying to get as many dresses as possible loaded onto my site for tomorrow's "official" City Kid Style online store opening!
I know it's actually the night before Valentine's Day. But P goes back to school tomorrow for the first time in almost two weeks...(that's what a double ear infection and whooping cough will do). But of course school is a mere 3 hours tomorrow due to some furlow day and then they're off for President's Day both Friday and Monday. So...my point in all of this rambling is that I will have a whole 3 hours to myself tomorrow for the first time in a while...so you won't get any posts from me tomorrow! Not sure what I'll due with my leisurely time...maybe walk the dogs who are ripping apart my house from lack of excersise?! I mean that quite literally too...the puppy chewed apart all the connectors and wires on our stereo base the other day and then a few days later she proceeded to chew the side of our lovely Crate and Barrel couch...would you like to see?!
Lovely, I know. And Lucy just stands around the house and barks all afternoon because she's so damn bored. So yeah, I should probably walk them since they've been highly neglected with a sick kid around.
Okay, I'll stop my rambling!
Happy Wednesday evening and Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow!
It was busy, fun and family filled. We spent time with family, went ice skating, went swimming, saw Elf the musical, and I even managed to sneak away and see Les Miserables (which was amazing, by the way) with a friend. My favorite time of the year, come and gone so quickly!
Posts may be spotty over the next week as I have my little P home from school but I promise to be back full force in 2013 with lots of new posts, new sewing and maybe some fun news!
Well, there she is...hiding between the photo albums on the top shelf. She finally made an apperance several days ago. I have several of P's friends to thank for that one. She started noticing the elves at their houses and of course questioned why Rosie didn't come this year. "Is it because she doesn't love me anymore?" "No it's because you're so good that she doesn't need to come to our house." Didn't work. So I finally busted her out.
And even though P so wanted her to come to our house, she obviously knows that she's a fraud. Because the one thing that the elf is supposed to be good for...threatening your kids for good behavior because the elf is watching-doesn't even work on P. Everytime P acts up I say..."Don't forget that Rosie is watching" and she just says "oh yeah" and it lasts for all of about a minute.
Of course I have forgotten to move Rosie several times since she has shown up. So P has determined that we have a lazy elf. Thank goodness she leaves tonight.
Happy Day before Christmas Eve!
Have you read THIS ARTICLE? If not read it...it is so hysterical. I laughed so hard last year when I read it and I just laughed again reading it.
Which brings me to my question...to have an elf or not to have an elf? I thought it was a kind of a cute tradition and I had heard of it here and there so last year, Rosie showed up at our house. P was thrilled beyond belief...an elf flew all the way from the North Pole to our house...and she brought a special book with a letter to Parker from Santa. But about three days into it she told me that Rosie's face looked a little plastic...I think she was on to us. But I could tell that she wanted to believe it. So I just kept hiding the damn thing way up high, so she couldn't see the plastic face too closely and she went with it. But I quickly ran out of way up high spots and it started to get a little old. But we made it through to Cristmas and P even cried a little when Rosie didn't come back after Christmas eve.
Then this year, right around Thanksgiving we walk into Target and BAM!... just like that there are about 100 elves on the shelves in their pretty little packages complete with their special books from Santa....P looked a little shocked...and then the questions came flooding in..."why can you buy an elf at Target?" "I thought my book was special just for me....was it?" and on and on...I don't know how I got myself out of that one. But I decided then that I am not a huge fan of this whole elf on the shelf thing! I mean, my kid is 6 years old...we don't have a whole lot of years left in believing in Santa....why give her something to be completely skeptical about? How are kids going to believe this shit if the darn elf is in every store that they walk into? I'm holding onto the whole Christmas magic thing as long as possible...she's already got older kids at school telling her Santa's not real...now this elf is just adding feul to the fire!
So has Rosie come back this year? Not yet! I don't know if P has completely forgotten or if she just kind of knows that Rosie is a fraud so she's just not saying anything. Fortunately my little P always comes up with ways to justify what she wants to believe so she'd not buying the whole Santa is not real bit. And I have an easier time explaining that one. But I have a hunch that she knows the truth about Rosie. I guess if she asks for her I may humor her and have her make an appearance or two...we'll see!
So there are my thoughts on the elf on the shelf! And I do have to aggree with Jen of People I want to Punch in the Throat...where do people get the time for this stuff?! Just read it because you really will get a good laugh for today!
A few more elf pictures for you via good old pinterest:
I've been a crafty little lady the past few days. All due to Parker's Christmas present request. She asked Santa for McKenna from American Girl Doll. She's also had her eye on this fancy bed of McKenna's:
I basically told her that there was no way in hell that this $225 bed (yes...I said $225!) would ever make it's way into our house. So she said that Dave and I could get that for her for our Christmas present to her! Sorry kid...still not happening! So then she suggested we make it! This kid is persistent. I said I'd think about it but made no promises. When I propposed the idea to Dave he just laughed. But good old Etsy came in hand! I found someone on Etsy to make me the bed for a tiny fraction of the cost of the real one. Of course it came unfinished but I decided I could easily handle the rest. So I painted it purple, made the bedding and added a few homemade accessories...and voila:
I think it turned out pretty damn cute! And close enough to the real deal. A few more shots:
I think the guinea pig may be my favorite part....the real bed comes with a hamster...but all I could find was a guinea pic and P likes guinea pigs better anyway. I spray painted the top of an old calico critter plastic box, and turned it into the cage.
I may add a few more accessories...If I have time. We drink out of Bonne Maman jelly jars in our house and while I was in Portland I got some teeny tiny Bonne Maman jellies. I'm going to wash one out so McKenna can have her own little glass just like P. I also might try and get some stickers from P's gymnastics school and turn them into little posters or something. We'll see. If I don't get around to it I think this will certainly do! And I think she'll be pretty surprised because as I said, I made no promises and didn't sound very enthusiastic about the whole idea so I I don't think she's expecting it!
My very favorite time of the year is Christmas. I literally start looking forward to it over the summer. For some reason, this time of year just evokes a warm cozy feeling no matter how cold or dreary it is outside. The month of December is probably the only time that I actually don't mind the wet dreariness of Seattle...because the city is so lit up and beautiful that you can't help but enjoy it all!
With that said, I'm not one of those Christmas crazies that gets my tree the day after Thanksgiving. Especially since Thanksgiving was so darn early this year....I think it at least has to be December before my tree goes up. And with our crazy new puppy, we may actually have to wait a few weeks in hopes that the tree will actually last until Christmas without her tearing the damn thing down! But my outside lights are up and with the exception of the tree, we're pretty much decorated inside.
Here are a few holiday pics curtousy of my pinterest page to get you in the spirit!