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Emma’s Antics: Stinky Sleep

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I just got out of my bed after unsuccessfully trying to get Emma and Sadie to nap at the same time. I would get one of them settled in just enough time for the other one to wake up crying. I finally got Sadie down and I was lying in the bed with a very still, and quiet Emma. I was starting to drift off, when my nose was assaulted with the most vile smell imaginable. You may or may not remember The Poop Wars that scarred me (and apparently a reader) for life, but as soon as I smelled poop my eyes popped open.

It was, as my brother would have said in 1989, SBD- silent but deadly. I looked over at Emma just in time to see her crying, in her sleep, and pinching her nose closed. It was that bad. So bad, that neither of us could sleep…or stay in the room. Thankfully, she didn’t have an accident but nap time was ovah, people. OVAH.

Aubrey Said

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Aubrey and Emma were supposed to be brushing their teeth in the bathroom when I heard Aubrey yell, “OH NO! The toilet is trying to swallow my balloon.”

That’d be her helium-filled balloon, which definitely did not fall into the toilet, as it is FILLED WITH HELIUM.

Momma Said: Santa Baby

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As Christmas approaches people inevitably begin asking my kids, “Is Santa coming to see you? Have you seen Santa, yet?” and other related fat man questions. And here’s the thing, my kids know Santa is pretend.

As a Christian, the birth of Jesus is everything to me. It was the fulfillment of prophecies and the foundation of my faith, and I personally don’t want to dilute or confuse it’s importance for my kids. I don’t think that Santa is bad, and when Aubrey asked me again just a few days ago, “Momma is Santa real?” I answered without hesitation, “Yes he is.”

She crawled into my lap as I told her the true story of Kris Kringle and how he embodied the Christmas spirit. I told Aubrey how he had given selflessly and because of this became Father Christmas.

My question is this, children have such vivid and wonderful imaginations , why NOT include them in the charade? My kids know it’s really Mommy and Daddy putting their presents under the tree, but that doesn’t stop us from hanging our stockings and rushing to bed so “Santa” can come, or even going to sit in his lap. They understand Mickey Mouse isn’t real but it didn’t dampen their enthusiasm a bit when we went to Disney World.

Aubrey and Emma pretend they are princesses, puppy dogs and kittens and they aren’t disappointed when I tell them they are really little girls. They understand pretend. Likewise, they have never been upset by Santa being pretend. Because we all play along together there will never be the dreaded conversation and subsequent let down of “letting the cat out of the bag.”

What’s your Santa situation?

Emma’s Antics

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A few days ago Emma used a pen to draw all over my ottoman. Right before I unleashed my full Mother Fury on her she looked at me with tears filling her big blue eyes and said, “But Momma! It says I wub you!”

I don’t care if she wrote the next great American novel. I am sick of this kid drawing on everything in my house.