Friday, December 26, 2008

The day after Christmas

Its the day after Christmas, all is quiet in the house.
Nyobi got up at 6:30, which means moms up and about. The boys are asleep. Cora went down at 9:00 last night, and has barely stirred. She wore new Christmas clothes to bed. Nyobi is wearing a colorful outfit (not new clothes) and snuggling with mom on the couch while we blog about the holiday.

This is the first christmas that Cora will probably remember. Santa came. Santa even ate the garlic cookies which some silly mother stamped out in attractive shapes. There were little do hickeys and trinkets galore. The favorite gift seems to be the paint set that Santa left. Now if only he had left a floor cleaner for mom...

Pete installed his new memory in his now warrentyless netbook on the fourth try. Kelly is psyched to have two new games to woop Petes butt at, and Nyobi has glow in the dark nookies (FINALLY! I'll be able to find the Bleeping things a 3 am at Nannys house.)

And then there is the question of love. My living room is strewn with small child toys, and colored pencils, but my daughters favorite Christmas present was getting to drag her two bachelor uncles to her room for some one on one block tower building. Nyobi broke the all time sleep record by failing to take longer than a 20 minute nap all day, ensuring that she spent time in everyones arms, and tried to pull off parts of everyones faces.

If you could explain why she ONLY puked on Mom, I would appreciate that. In the end, christmas is not about the things, though they are nice and shiny, but about the memories. Next week, the toys will still be here. The computer toys will seem like they have always been installed, the games played, and the slinky...

Actually the slinky probably didn't make it through today.

It will not be "another slinky" that Cora will ask for. She will ask to go see Uncles Beer and Shorty, and to go to Nannys house. She will ask for that magic of christmas again. To spend time sitting on the floor with Mom and Dad in her pajamas playing with goofy little trinkets and eating a pound of sugar.

I better hide the christmas candy before she wakes up.

1 comment:

Michigan Mom said...

Christmas IS most definately about memories.... not things!