Santa Train

December 8, 2009

Our town’s annual holiday festival/tree lighting/Santa arrival was this past weekend. It is guaranteed to be the coldest day of the year. This year, three days before the festival, it was 61. I thought we’d break the trend this year, but, sure enough, the temperature dropped about 25 degrees in 3 days, and we froze our behinds off.

The highlight, for the boy (2 years old now), though, was the arrival of Santa. You see, Santa, in our town, arrives via fire truck. The boy (a firetruck lover), had a front row seat and was thrilled to death. Now he gets excited whenever he sees a picture of Santa. Like, really excited.

Of course, I don’t think he gets excited at Santa, The Toy Bringer, but rather Santa, The Train Dude.

As for my daughter, she wants, and I quote, “Just two things [hold up two fingers here] for Christmas.” This of course is good and bad. Good, in that she isn’t getting greedy – she wants just two things for this to be the greatest Christmas ever! Bad, in that one of the things (Barbie Three Musketeers Castle) costs about $135, and she isn’t getting it. This, or course, translates not to Not Getting One of Her Gifts, but rather Not Getting 50% of Her Gifts!

Should be a fun Christmas morning…

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Oh lord, it has started…

March 20, 2008

I recorded Cinderella III off the Disney Channel a little while back because my daughter is a Cinderella nut and I actually heard this wasn’t half bad.

My daughter has, in the past, always asked us to skip the commercials (that goodness for DVRs)*, but I started to notice that she asked us less and less frequently to “skip the commercials”. She had discovered that the commercials during this movie were for some, in her eyes, really cool stuff.

Great.

One day, as Ms. Kaz was fixing the baby a bottle in the kitchen and my daughter was watching Cinderella III, my daughter came in and told her that she wanted a Hannah Montana beach house toy.**

“You don’t even know who Hannah Montana is!” Ms. Kaz told her.

My daughter’s answer? “Sure I do! She rocks the beach!”

* What a world our kids live in. My daughter even asks us during live shows to “skip the commercials.”
** Also available – a doll of her best friend, Miley. There’s just something weird about that.


Twas the night before Christmas…

December 28, 2007

So, before my daughter goes to bed on Christmas Eve, it was important that we left out cookies and milk (soy – it is all my mother-in-law has) for Santa, and a carrot for his reindeer.

But there was one other important thing – my daughter needed to let Santa know that he should bring an umbrella, in case it rains. So, Ms. Kaz decided that our daughter, just as her family did when she was a kid, should write a letter to Santa.

Now, I was not around when this letter was written, otherwise I would have warned Ms. Kaz to be careful when writing letters to Santa on Christmas Eve. Of course, after my daughter dictates the umbrella advice, we come to the “I want” portion of the letter.

My daughter asked Santa for a “Princess Camera and a very, very long, long, long Princess Dress.” Now, we had already bought my daughter the camera she asked for and pointed to in the catalog, and given it to her a few days before.

Needless to say, the next morning, an hour or so after opening the stocking presents from Santa, my daughter began with the, “I didn’t get a Princess Camera,” accompanied by the pouting and, eventually, tears.

That isn’t to say I am against writing a letter to Santa. I thought the advice about the rain was very cute, and everyone loved the “very, very long, long, long Princess Dress”… I just think we’ll have to try harder to make sure the Night Before Christmas Letter is not an “I want” letter.


What do you mean, only one week of shopping left?!?

December 17, 2007

Only a week of holiday shopping left. Great. I’ve got, like, nothing purchased. Anyway, here are some random Monday thoughts, while I work on a special holiday post…

  • My daughter is getting better at not spilling the beans about presents. She used to come right in the door and tell the person what was purchased for them. Now, it lasts about a week. Although, to be fair, I am not sure she realized I was right there when she said what my present was. I’ll still act surprised.
  • When I was a kid, we got presents in stockings and presents under the tree from Santa. When Ms. Kaz was a kid, she got stockings from Santa, and the stuff under the tree was for Mom & Dad. The stockings only from Santa thing is what Ms. Kaz wants to do with our kids. I am (kinda) okay with that, although I think Santa should spoil the kids more than Mom & Dad. I told her, though, that our daughter has been telling Santa all along she wants “Princess Stuff”, so there’d better be some princess stuff in that stocking. How do you all do the Santa thing?
  • And it isn’t just Santa she tells. Her first daycare provider, who are surrogate grandparents to her, took her and her daycare friend, “Timmy” to a local garden center to see the Holiday Displays, including the talking reindeer. When she told me about the talking reindeer, she told me it asked her what she wanted for Christmas. “What did you tell him?” I asked. Of course, her response was, “Princess Stuff”. When I asked if it said anything else to her, she told me it asked her what else she wanted for Christmas. Her reply? “Nothing”.
  • Speaking of that trip, when I put my daughter’s car seat in the car, and put her in it, she turned to “Timmy” and said, “Timmy, do you want to hold hands?” and then they held hands. Should we book a reception hall now?
  • I think Ms. Kaz is upset at me for letting our daughter watch bits and pieces of Lord of the Rings and Star Wars last night. Not totally because of the frightening imagery (which she saw none of, btw), but because of the endless series of questions she now asks about it (“What did she want to be with the one she loves?”, “Why they’re hobbits?”, “What are they sand people?”, “Why did they freeze the robot?”). We can both agree that it is cute when she refers to the robot as “Artie-dootoo”.
  • Doodad has tagged me. I hope he realizes it takes me a couple weeks to complete one of these things! I do appreciate being thought of for these things. I haven’t had one in so long, I thought people didn’t like me anymore!

Okay, more later. I’ve got shopping to do.


What? A Year Already?!?

July 13, 2007

So, as of tomorrow, I will now be doing this a year (My response: “Holy, crap! A year already!? How did I find enough stuff to post about for a year???” Ms. Kaz’s response: “Really? Only a year? It seems longer.”). One of my goals was to present information to help parents be more responsibly green.

I can’t say I’ve been a runaway success with that, but it hasn’t been a failure.

That being said, I wanted to point out a great discussion over at DaddyTypes about reponsible toy makers. This is beginning to come down to which ones make toys with lead-free paint, environmentally conscious woods, and free of chemicals.

There are some great suggestions there. Check it out, and if you know of a great toy company, please add your comments.

Or add them here if you don’t want to head to DaddyTypes. But if you’ve never been to DaddyTypes, you should…


DIY Project Update

June 19, 2007

So, I finally had a chance to work on that $4 tag sale special plastic picnic table I mentioned previously. I had to wait for conditions to be just right — a warm, sunny, not-too-humid, not-too-windy day (according to the instructions on the paint can), and a weekend where my daughter took naps (my instructions), and I could get away with working on whatever I wanted (Father’s Day).

As I mentioned, Krylon makes a spray paint which is designed to adhere to plastic outdoor crap. Blue and Red weren’t my first choice for colors, but the selection was limited. It turned out pretty nice looking anyway.

Table “before”Of course, I forgot to take a Before picture, but I got a half-way-through picture. Just picture faded, cracked yellow where the red is in the first picture.

Seeing as how I was going to paint over the orange on the sides anyhow, I didn’t care too much about getting red there when doing the top and benches. But I used some blue painters tape, using one of those things for applying spackle to push the tape in the cracks. Read the rest of this entry »


Update: We’re off to see the whizzer…

March 25, 2007

Sorry there haven’t been any updates lately. I went “back home” to go to Friday night’s Sabres game, and my mother’s DSL still sucks. It goes in and out, and you never know when it is going to work. Tech support is no good.

So, I fully intended a couple post, which will now be delayed a few days. I’d do it tonight, but I am busy trying to deal with my daughter’s various delay tactics to avoid going to bed.

One quick thing, and I almost hate to admit it because I hate McDonald’s for putting meat in (okay, on) their french fries, but we saw the Happy Meals have little Wizard of Oz dolls currently. You can buy them ($1.79) without buying their “food”, so we bought a couple to use as Potty Traning incentives.

I feel so dirty.