Because of you, Santa has a very large list from my boys. In fact, every commercial that involves a toy, the boys want it. If I happen to forget that I left the tv on, I hear “I want that!”….”mommy I want that!” echoing throughout my house.
My very favorite moment is the monopoly banking game from Hasbro. My son comes up to me and says he wants this game because he says that the world can be ours. I asked him what he was talking about and he said “you know mommy, all you need in one card, you swipe it and the world is yours!” I wish it was so my son, but the only thing swiping a card will do, is put you in debt LOL.
I have been hiding from the television set since. Clearly this Christmas, Santa has his work cut out for him with the millions of children that may watch the cartoon network. I have a set amount that the boys may put on that list because for me, the amount of toys that are out there for kids, is overwhelming.
As a parent, I really look closely at the things I buy for the boys because what you get for your money these days is very little. I would rather buy toys that are going to last than some of the mass market toys. I find that the toys the boys play with the most are Legos, Playmobil, and plain old wooden blocks. I also find that they use their imaginations more with these toys than anything out there. There are no batteries, no annoying sounds and I can actually see them playing with them for years.
What are your kids asking for from Santa this year? What are some of your personal holiday gift buying limits and rules?
So this is the weekend that it decided to get cold and the weekend in which we headed to the tree farm to pick out our Christmas tree. At first I wasn’t sure how this was going to go since I am sick and the boys seemed a little cranky.
It all started out ok but then one of the boys saw a tractor and well, that seemed to be the primary focus. He wanted to sit in that tractor and that was all she wrote. The guy sent us over the the hill way over yonder for the taller trees. We wanted at least a 9 ft tree since we have vaulted ceilings. We went to where he pointed and the tallest one was 7 ft. I am now frozen, and the boys aren’t cooperating. The one who wanted the tractor decided to stop moving, throw his hat on the ground and proceeded to scream.
Meanwhile, my husband has the other on the little tree cart, and they are bouncing through the hills. I wave back and say i’ll be right back to see if we are in the right place. I find an old guy and he says, “ok see the opening there, make a left….head to the second douglas fir sign, you’ll see small tiny white pines, head back to the neighbors fence line and there’s about 40 trees there.” By now I can’t feel my face so what’s a little more cold? So we head off into the hills one more time, and find the patch of 40 trees. They were basically tall sticks with a few sprigs. So I had resigned ourselves to a much smaller tree. We head over to the 7 ft trees and I look at the price and its $50. They had some premium frasier firs already cut, smelled phenomenal and they were 10 ft or taller up front. For the extra $30, my husband says, lets just get the one you really want and be done. I think we had all had it by now. The years previous we were able to find a tree with no problem, but I guess they all had been cut.
They packed up the tree, shook it out, and put a hole in the bottom and we creatively tied it to the roof. We began our hour drive back and I prayed the tree wouldn’t fly off the roof. Even though I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere, my dear husband pulled back the cover to the sunroof so I could babysit the tree. I could see it, but if it did come undone, it’s not like I could catch it.
I spent the day Sunday decorating and getting ready for Santa. The tree turned out beautiful and now Santa can come to our house. I love the magic of Christmas!