Sunday, December 8, 2013
Exclaimed Beatrice, excitedly.
Echoed Bryce, excitedly.
Just like ol' Kris Kringle, who the girls got to see this weekend at the downtown Christmas parade. Santa rode by in his white carriage, pulled by two gorgeous steeds.
"Look, here comes Santa!" exclaimed the Mama and Daddy, excitedly. The girls bounced in place.
"Is that Santa's deer?" asked Beatrice as Santa approached.
"Reindeer? No, those are horses."
"Oh, yes," Bea said, and then laughed.
And there was 50% off giant candy! (See if you catch that one.)
Although, there is the little issue of not sleeping for Bryce, or more accurately, waking up at 3:00 am seemingly every other night, which we're told has more to do with neurological development than holiday magic. Bryce tip toes into our room and sits at the foot of the bed, talking just loud enough to herself for one of us to wake up and hear, and then she takes forever to get back to sleep. This happened with Bea, too.
Blech. Sleep deprivation just so happens to be an serial rite of parental passage from child to child. Bea wasn't so bad, but Bryce from 6-18 months about drove us both bonkers, awake nearly every hour and every night for months and months.
However, you take the belch with the blessings year round with kids. And there are certainly plenty of B's in our blessings around here.
This is why I'm thankful: my angelic muses carry with them a special kind of perpetual Christmastime magic.
And so does Daddy. Amen.
"I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite -- only a sense of existence."
--Henry David Thoreau