When we got home, 3B got a small, but delightful, second Christmas, courtesy of his Aunt Sister #1 and my unwillingness to haul his mulching mower to Grammy’s farm. (Since then, Mama has showed 3B how to fill his mower’s gas tank with a sippy cup. So now, in addition to mulching all of our carpets with his mower, he periodically stands over it, cup in hand, saying, “Glug, glug, glug.”)
Thanks to Aunt Sister #2 and my Aunt S., cousin J., and cousin E. (who designed my Christmas banner–keep refreshing the page, it’ll come around) and 3B’s lackadaisical attitude about tearing paper off of gifts, 3B got a third Christmas last night. It was a Christmas full of packing peanuts, great books, packing peanuts, all the Christmas videos a boy could want, and packing peanuts. Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts! Peanuts!
Did I mention that the boy liked the packing peanuts?
I tried to get him to say “ghost poop,” but he shot me one of those “I know you’re messing with me, old man” looks and went on about his business. The way he spread those things around, I’m going to call him Little Johnny Peanutseed.
Now that Christmas is winding down, do you think we should send out our holiday cards? Or those final gifts we haven’t sent yet? It’s still Christmas-ish time, isn’t it?