Snow

Jameson and I were sitting and talking on the couch (a rare quiet time while Stellan was sleeping). I asked him, "Who makes the snow?"
Without stopping to think he replied, "The snowman."
How cute is that?

Advent Calendar

I'm tired of explaining that Santa is NOT coming after lunch so I decided to make an advent calendar. Sure, I could have bought one but I decided to make one instead. I had some lovely watchmaker cases but have never used them so I decided to make the calendar using them. I stuck some magnets on the back and numbered stickers on the front. Then I filled them with M&M's. I put them on the fridge in the shape of a Christmas tree. How cute! I can't wait to see what the boys think when they see it in the morning. Granted, I was a few days late in making it so they get a lot of M&M's tomorrow. :)

James......

(This is retold as it was told to me by James when I came back from grocery shopping tonight.)

Apparently Jameson was being quite a stinker when James put him to bed. He was demanding different things to bring to bed with him. After several attempts to please him, James eventually told him enough was enough. This is what James heard coming from Jameson's room, "James, you're bad". How funny.

Train Spotting

I decided to take the boys to the train station to watch the trains. (Yeah, not everyone's idea of fun but they were in heaven!) Seeing as it was blustery and cold I told them that they would have to stay in the van to watch the trains. Stellan didn't mind, he was just thrilled to be going to the train station. Jameson, of course, complained. I told him that if he whined we would turn around and go home without seeing the trains. Shortly thereafter I heard him say, "Mommy. The police man will come up to us and tell us that we can't stay in the van. We'll have to get out to see the trains."
Where does he come up with these things?

As we were sitting there Stellan asked if Awison was coming on the train. Nope, she's still riding around enjoying the good life. :)

Christmas Program

I'm so excited, Jameson has a verse for the Christmas program at church. I have to admit, I'm a bit worried though. He knows the verse but I'm not sure if he'll actually say it in front of the church. I'm also a bit worried which version he'll actually say. Here are the three versions that were heard around the counter at lunch.
VERSION 1: THE REAL VERSE
I may be little, but I can say,
Thank you God, for Christmas day.

VERSION 2: HOW JAMESON SAYS IT
I be little, I can say,
Thank you God, for Christmas day.

(Very close, I'm happy. Actually, quite proud and beaming....)

VERSION 3: STELLAN CAME UP WITH THIS ONE
blah blah blah (can't really understand the first line)
Thank you God, for our Christmas tree


I will die if that is what comes out of Jameson's mouth the night of the program. I'll keep you updated.

(Go figure that Stellan would come up with that one. I'm in trouble with that little guy!)

Potty

I've learned my lesson. Jameson has a huge bladder and can hold it forever but he eventually reaches a point where he can't hold on much longer. I now carry a potty in the back of my van. Good thing because he reached that point on the way back from the airport. Thankfully I was able to pull over on a dead end street and he hopped into the back of the van where he sat on the potty and did his thing. I wonder if the people who live on the street minded that I dumped it on the grass? I figure it's no worse than a dog peeing on the grass.......

O Christmas Tree continued....

I now had to head back to Kmart to return the top portion of the tree. I found a closer, but still not all that close, store online. My mom offered to watch the boys so I could quickly go there and exchange it. Uh right, quickly. Maybe if the people who worked at Kmart had an ounce of common sense.
I brought the tree top to customer service. I explained to the girl what the issue was and she told me I could not return it, there was nothing they could do, they needed the whole tree. She explained that they needed the tree in order to send it back as damaged goods. OK, I get that, but why not just substitute the top and call it done? Nope, can't do that. Fine, I asked to speak to her manager. She got on the intercom and screamed, "Can Louella please come to the front?". It was deafening.
Louella came to the front and I explained the situation to her. Nope, not allowed. I asked for further clarification and she told me that each tree has a different UPC therefore the top of one tree can't just be taken out and replaced.
"So, you're telling me that if you have 15 trees that are identical, they all have different UPC numbers?"
"Yep, they're different by a number or two. You can check for yourself."
"I will."
"So, uh, which tree was it anyway?"
"The 6 and a half food, blue somethingorother Martha Stewart tree, Box # 66."
"Uh, just a minute."
She came back carrying the tree top and offered to do the exchange. I asked her to plug it in to make sure it worked (it did). I thanked her and went on my way; on my way to the Christmas tree aisle where I double checked the UPCs. Of course, as I expected, they were all the same. So, do they typically deal with dumb people who buy these lame excuses? Sheesh

I finished putting up and decorating the tree when the boys were sleeping. I realize that part of the tradition is having the whole family dress the tree but I figured it was best if I did it so they wouldn't get used to touching it. I have to say, it looks beautiful. I love it! When the boys came down from their naps Stellan said, "Oh, a Christmas tree!!". He was so excited, how cute. We didn't have much time to admire it since we had to take my mom to the airport. It was the first thing we did when we got home though. After dinner we went over to the tree and each of us put our letter (J, C, J, S) on the tree. The boys were thrilled. Stellan kept trying to touch the balls, this is going to be a long process teaching him not to touch it. Eventually I told them that everytime they touch it Santa will bring one less toy. Hey, whatever works. ;)