Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas Eve
And some of the kids, especially Sofie, actually know it's him, because Brett mostly looks like and sounds like Brett, even with a full wig and beard and a really good santa suit -- but at four years old, the line between reality and imaginary is still just blurry enough that all of them, even Sofie, believe it, at least a little bit. He got mobbed in the toddler version of groupies with kids shouting out their Christmas wishes and staring starry-eyed and gobsmacked at him. Pretty awesome.
Then home at 7 p.m. with a tired kid in tow to put out the cookies and milk and get snuggled into bed -- and then the real fun begins. Wrapping and filling stockings, getting out the huge dollhouse my sister sent Sofie. Brett laid on the floor in the living room assembling it, which turned out to be not too heinous of a task. It's a true Ward Cleaver moment, somehow, assembling your little girl's dollhouse on Christmas eve.
I'm looking forward to playing with this with her for a good portion of tomorrow.
And of course her stocking is all packed with goodies - new paints, some blue fabric she can use as a scarf, a couple of dresses I made for her Olivia doll, some candy. Nothing all that fancy. But it will make her very happy. Four is the most awesome age ever.
Merry Christmas to all of our dear friends and family - hope you have a great day tomorrow.