With the highs come the lows. After every wonderful, glorious, memory making Christmas, I would bawl my eyes out the next day, when the tree came down, because I didn't want the magic to be over.
And Miss Chatterbox is exactly like me.
Christmas morning (aka the 23rd, since The Firefighter had to work both the 24th and 25th), Miss Chatterbox couldn't have been cuter. She just stood in front of the tree saying, "For Me? Presents, for me? Thank you, Santa, so much! I wuv it!" It is so completely gratifying to give her gifts because she is so joyful and excited about everything. I adore that girl! She made Christmas so much fun!
But, yesterday, we took down the tree and decorations and I thought Miss Chatterbox was going to come unglued! She just cried and cried and begged us to let her decorate the tree again. I sat her down and explained that the tree would come out again next year, but it had to come down because her birthday is next week and we need to decorate for that. While The Firefighter, quickly hustled the decoration boxes out of the house, I asked her what she would like on her birthday cake.
Her first answer? "Santa." Sigh. She is nothing if not single minded and determined.
I try again.
"What about Barney?"
"No, Mommy, want big girl panties."
Slightly pregnant pause
"On your cake?"
"Yeah!" she says, giggling maniacally.
I momentarily panic as I realize that public exhibition is exactly two steps and 15 years away from 6 inch lucite heels, velvet thongs and stripper poles. Ugh. Not my daughter.
In desperation, I suggest my most hated, would rather poke my eye out then watch, arch nemesis and public enemy #1.
"What about Dora?"
"Dora?! Okay, Mommy! Can it have fireworks and blow up?"
Sigh. The things we do for our kids.
I hope each and everyone one of you had as wonderful and magical a Christmas as we did. And that didn't include granny panties or strippers. Unless, you wanted granny panties and strippers. In that case, I hope you got them.