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We didn't get the tree today as planned. More rain on and off. Didn't want to chance it.
We did go on a train ride today. Me and Lynmarie and the three kids and Uncle Frank and his girlfriend. It was the Santa Express. The kids loved it. We all put on our santa hats and part way through, Santa came through and gave out candy canes. We took a few pictures. Wide eyed kids. It was just long enough to be fun, but not too long so as to try to sell off one or two of them.
My son has a big crush on Uncle Franks girl. He was sooo excited to hear she was coming. She's a babe, dad. Who does he hear this stuff from? I need to talk to his mom. Better yet, I'll keep away from her right hook for awhile.
Bedtime tonight was bad. I'm going to duct-tape you to the bed, bad. You're grounded for life, bad. I'm going to mangleate you, bad. Is it just me or could you go for a yogurt?
Actually, we have a system of punishment. The kids start off life with the promise of a new car. Yeah. . . I promise them a new car when they get their license. Each time they are bad I take away a car part. My son has a coffee can of nuts and bolts left and the girls are up on blocks and stripped pretty good. It's a great system.
I can't help but wonder how much longer until Santa is no longer magical. I can't even remember when I "found out", or how for that matter. Right now though, it's kind of cool to see them so excited. We heard a song today on a christian radio station that went on about "happy birthday Jesus". My 6 and 4 year old were singing along with it, having heard it numerous times with their mother; she listens to music in the car, while I am a talk radio junkie. Hearing them sing so and be so into it got me all teary eyed. I'm becoming such a wimp. My sons school just had their "Holiday Gift Sale", where small items and crafty things are sold. I let the two oldest go through and buy gifts for mom, and each other and other family members. They did this by themselves and had good reasons for the items they picked out for each individual. I came home and just lost it.
Timm
For now. . .
We did go on a train ride today. Me and Lynmarie and the three kids and Uncle Frank and his girlfriend. It was the Santa Express. The kids loved it. We all put on our santa hats and part way through, Santa came through and gave out candy canes. We took a few pictures. Wide eyed kids. It was just long enough to be fun, but not too long so as to try to sell off one or two of them.
My son has a big crush on Uncle Franks girl. He was sooo excited to hear she was coming. She's a babe, dad. Who does he hear this stuff from? I need to talk to his mom. Better yet, I'll keep away from her right hook for awhile.
Bedtime tonight was bad. I'm going to duct-tape you to the bed, bad. You're grounded for life, bad. I'm going to mangleate you, bad. Is it just me or could you go for a yogurt?
Actually, we have a system of punishment. The kids start off life with the promise of a new car. Yeah. . . I promise them a new car when they get their license. Each time they are bad I take away a car part. My son has a coffee can of nuts and bolts left and the girls are up on blocks and stripped pretty good. It's a great system.
I can't help but wonder how much longer until Santa is no longer magical. I can't even remember when I "found out", or how for that matter. Right now though, it's kind of cool to see them so excited. We heard a song today on a christian radio station that went on about "happy birthday Jesus". My 6 and 4 year old were singing along with it, having heard it numerous times with their mother; she listens to music in the car, while I am a talk radio junkie. Hearing them sing so and be so into it got me all teary eyed. I'm becoming such a wimp. My sons school just had their "Holiday Gift Sale", where small items and crafty things are sold. I let the two oldest go through and buy gifts for mom, and each other and other family members. They did this by themselves and had good reasons for the items they picked out for each individual. I came home and just lost it.
Timm
For now. . .
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