Saturday, January 05, 2008

If Only I Had Known

I believe I am the mother of the only child in North America that still has wrapped Christmas presents under the tree. Well, they were still under the tree until we took it down today. We waited 12 days after the holiday on the off chance that The Baby was observing some warped form of "12 Days of Christmas" or something. Turns out, he just wasn't all that interested.

The kid was pretty much done after opening the stockings. He made it as far as this big bouncy-ball thing that lights up. After that he was over it. While everyone else opened their gifts, he bounced that thing all over the place. While the big kids were trying on their new clothes and stacking up their haul, The Baby was content to chuck his new ball at the dog.

Yes, it's true that the older two were the same way as little kids. I distinctly remember one Christmas when The Princess spent the entire day playing with a package of Styrofoam cups. #1 Son was more partial to bows and ribbons (always great fun to attach to the dog). Fine, I get that.

But never...and I mean NEVER has one of the others ever left a present unscathed, still sitting in it's pretty paper and bows. They might have played with household items and trash, but they at least tore through some wrapping paper. Not this kid. Honestly, the whole family could have saved some cash and just bought him the fargin' bouncy ball.

I'm trying to look on the bright side, though. At least I've got his birthday shopping all done. He'll never notice the Santa wrapping paper.

Name: Cattiva
Location: Virginia, United States

About Me: I'm the mom of three: #1 Son (20), The Princess of Wails (17) and their baby brother - The Baby (6). I was a grad-student working on an MA in history until we were surprised - I mean blessed - with The Baby. I'll get back to it...someday (the thesis, not the kid - I have no choice concerning the kid). I am one of only a few people I went to school with who is actually using their history degree in my career (and to think my Father called it Basket-weaving!). I live a very hectic life amongst massive clutter. I call it a good day if we have managed to get home at night without losing one of the kids (no matter how hard I try!). Friends say I have a humorous take on life's happenings. The sad part is that what I write about is true. I laugh to keep from crying.

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