Insanity
I've got nothing. Not even a new Zoe pic. I can't even tell you what I really did this week, except that it rained and I finally got to yoga and my normal teacher wasnt there.
But all will always be right with the world as long as we have Mr. Piano Penis
I feel bad that I haven't posted anything in over a week. I've just hit this roadblock. I wanted to do monthly updates of Zoe, so I started month 2 the other day.. but didn't really like it. I liked part of it, and it's honest and heart felt, but is it what I want to share with the world and with Zoe one day? How honest is too honest and what is too much to share?
So, I'm blocked. I come to post something else, and there is that post, staring me in the face - waiting for a answer on if I'm going to push "publish" or "delete". So, I kinda follow my resolution and "let it go" - but not by dealing with it, but by closing the page and going back to Perez to read more about insane Brit Brit.
Aaahh, the joys of Christmas pasts..
But as you can tell by the look on his face, this was from before we could start using Santa to attain good behavior and clean(er) rooms. But I will say that I'm not quite sure how long we will really be able to use Santa for all his goodness.
The week of Thanksgiving we were lucky enough to make two different trips to two different malls (with the infant and the 3.5 year old, yes, I am INSANE). Both times Lucas was lucky enough to pop in to just say "hi" to Santa. But he did have questions.. "Why is Santa here at the this mall and at the Outlet mall?" he asks me. I tell him that Santa is MAGIC! and can be everywhere at the same time. He seems to like the fact that Santa is MAGIC!, and stops with that particular line of questioning.
Which, not to veer too far off topic, but the movie "The Polar Express", good for the little ones because it's all about Santa being real? Bad because it starts the dialogue that there really might not be a Santa? Or whatever because at 3 1/2 all they care about it the cool train and the song where all the kids get hot coco?
So, we've really been pushing the "I'll call Santa!" line. To the point that we pick up the phone and pretend to dial his number and talk to him. Which ,we thought, installed the fear of the no-toys-god into the kid. Then yesterday when I told him not to be sassy and talk back to me, Lucas looked at me and said "That's it! I'm calling Santa!" and using his hand as his phone, he "dialed the number" then put his hand to his ear and said "Hi Santa, this is Lucas. I'M being good but my Mommy is being mean and telling me to listen. Uh-Huh... Uh-Huh.. Ok, bye!" He then "hangs up the phone" and looks at me and exclaims "Santa said NO TOYS for you!"