Yesterday, my father, or "Boppa", as Ry has named him, came down to visit for the annual family holiday party. In common grandpa fashion, my dad approached Ry with the giant proverbial *I-haven't-seen-you-in-so-long*, hug.
"WOW! That was a really strong hug for an old man."
Hello Blogesphere! This Mom has been incredibly swamped and has clearly skipped over some monumental times in our family's 2011 history. For example, Ryder started Kindergarten this year, then there was the infamous Venus Fly Trap costume for Halloween, and so on and so forth. I believe for the next couple of entries, I will be skipping around a bit...you know, to keep life interesting. Just to stay relevant, and to make me feel like I am on top of things, I'll recap yesterday...
Grandma Bevy invited us to the Hyatt Regency for Breakfast with Santa. Sadly, I think it was the first time either of our kids had actually sat on Santa's lap...not sure why, but I have a feeling that Daddy & Mommy's crowd-aversion-illness is to blame. Regardless of their lack of practice, these two little people had no problem climbing into the Jolly Old Man's Lap and rattling off their wishes.
Santa: Hayden, what would you like for Christmas
Hayden: A Pirate
Hayden: A crocodile trap
Santa: Um, okay... that might be tough. Anything else?
We had to later explain that a certain unwelcome house guest and one non-approved-by-Peta item would be a tad hard to come by. He's 2...he may forget he asked anyway...although Candy seems to be a recurring request.
Now, it was Ry's turn.
Mommy: Ry, it's your turn to tell Santa what you want for Christmas.
Ry: (in his best "he should already know" voice) Well, I already circled it all in the catalog.
Santa: Ho Ho Ho! What would you like for Christmas...