Last night Lydia and I went to our first Christmas party of the year. There were so many beautiful families there! There were children from several different countries decked out in their holiday best. Guess who else was there? SANTA. Lydia and I waited for her turn to sit on his lap, and she was a teeny bit anxious. The little girl immediately in front of us in line began to scream and cry when placed in his lap, and I figured Lydia would follow her example. She didn't though, and I am hoping the photographer got a good shot of her big cheesy grin.
If you're wondering if she asked the jolly old elf for macaroni and cheese, I don't know. When I asked her what she asked for, she said, "A boy!" Hmmm. Is that better than asking for a pony?
The other day we were in the car, and she was asking a BUNCH of questions. She dropped something and asked me if I knew where it was. I said, "I don't have a clue." Her response?
"Get a clue, Mommy!" Hehehe.
She's 3 now, and keeping her out of the tree? It's not so easy. One heavy ornament was lying at the base of the tree (not sure how it got there), and she snatched it up. I sternly told her to bring it to me. She complied but not quite how I'd hoped. She walked toward me and HURLED it. I had no time to react, and it hit me below the corner of my mouth. OUCH!!! and time out. The girl has quite an arm. and while I don't want to stunt her development into a world class softball pitcher, for the safety of my smile, it was necessary.
Our church has moved into our new building - we were meeting in trailors, ya'll. I got to teach my 3 & 4 year old class in my new room for the first time. It was great! And we started a new curriculum, too, called Kingdom Kids. I LOVED IT!!! It was so much easier than trying to wing it, and I didn't feel like it was quite so chaotic. Plus, they really got Sunday School instead of crowd control/babysitting.
BTW, when I tried to get some clarification of what sort of boy she wanted, she told me, "A brown one." Which was followed by, "And a pink one, and an orange one. Now, Mommy! I want one now." Hmmm. I'm more puzzled than before I asked.