Christmas Eve is in 3 days- it’s crunch time- and some of the items that “Santa” got the kids (online), have been showing up at the door. The girls notice almost every package that is delivered, so I have to try to be pretty careful about it, but I apparently can’t hide everything. They saw a few big toys come in the mail that “Santa” got for the babies, and they had a few questions. I explained that sometimes Santa mails gifts ahead for mommy to wrap, because he’s so busy, and they’re short on elves this year (you know, the economy and all…). It seemed like they were processing this in their heads, but couldn’t quite pinpoint the inaccuracies in my story. Kind of like when Santa came down the street last week, and Ariel asked why there was a truck pulling his sled, and why the police were following him… and how she asked why Santa was sitting in a chair at the mall all day… “why isn’t he at the North Pole?”
Where do all the braincells go when you have a baby… or two… or… more? Are they stored away in some sad little neurological file somewhere? Are they escaping via breastmilk? Did I just get way too boring for them, and they jumped ship?
Monte is home! Hallelujah! I’m so excited! Yay!