I'll Take What I Can Get...

I'm sure you've heard a Mom say to her child, "You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit!"...or maybe you've said that to your child. I told myself this earlier in the week. And, it wasn't over a present, or what was for dinner, but watching TV with Hank.

See, I haven't been in a Christmasy mood this year. It's not that I've been a Grinch or Scrooge, but I just haven't felt the Christmas happiness that usaully comes this time of year. The biggest part of my non-Christmas spirit has come from the fact that Hank is getting older and that before too long we won't get to do the fun things like take a picture with Santa, or leave carrots out for the reindeer, etc. I want to keep him little, and I can't. I know that. And, it's a horrible reminder right here at Christmas.

A week or so ago, I was all excited that one of the classic Christmas cartoons (Frosty? Rudolph? I'm not sure which) was coming on TV. I wanted to curl up beside my Hankadoo on the couch, and watch the show, and spend time with my sweet boy. He wanted no part of it. He wanted to watch wrestling! He would rather watch Randy Orton, and John Cena than Frosty.

Sigh.

Then, earlier this week, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" was coming on, I was so excited. I just knew he'd want to watch it! It's his favorite book, and he's never turned down watching the cartoon.

I was wrong.

Another sigh.

As I sat there watching Cindy Lou Who, alone, I might add--Hank came downstairs. He asked if he could change the channel, and I reluctantly said yes. I just knew we were going to end up watching "Storage Wars" or "Modern Marvels"...not exactly my idea of a holiday special. But, he changed it to Cartoon Network to watch Johnny Test, or something equally as annoying.

Within a few minutes, my sweet boy was snuggled up beside me on the couch. It may not have been The Grinch, or Frosty, but he was snuggled up with his momma, smiling and laughing.

I'll take it!

Santa, Let Me Explain.......

This is the face that Hank made when Santa asked if has been a good boy this year.

Priceless.

After a few minutes, Santa decided that Hank was on the "Nice" list afterall.

I think Hank was rather relieved. He was sweating it.

How bad is it?

How bad is it that 2011 is not even over, and I'm studying the calendar for 2012 to see what days I should take as vacation?

You can't say that I don't think things out in advance!

What happened to November?

Wow, it seems like we were just Trick-or-Treating, and now I have the Christmas tree up. Where did November go? I know it was here, but it's a blur. The only thing I can remember about the the month is that Maria and I spent an entire day shopping, Delaney was born, and we had Thanksgiving. That's it, I remember those three days, and nothing more.  Maybe I'm mentally blocking the month because of all the pie I ate!