Saturday, December 27, 2008

A Cognizable Christmas

So technically, this year was Ashley's 4th Christmas. But for the first 3, she really had no clue what was going on since she was still so little, so this year was really her first cognizable Christmas.

It's definitely the first one where she understood the concept of Santa. That is, if by "understood" you mean "accepts whatever her mom and dad tell her without questioning." Which really is kind of necessary when you're trying to explain the whole concept of Santa. I mean, that really is a lot of b.s. combined into one story. First of all, you have an old man well past the age of retirement working and living up in the North Pole. Please. You know he would have moved to Phoenix or Miami by now. Second...he wears a red velvet suit. Sure, that made sense when I was a kid growing up in the 70's, but now? Not so much. Anyway, I could go on and on, but I'll save my Santa ranting for another day.

Anyway, Ashley was very excited for Santa this year...she was not at all deterred by the various threats that Scott and I would make over the past month to call Santa and tell him what a naughty girl she'd been when she would refuse to (i) go to bed; (ii) eat her dinner; (iii) brush her teeth; (iv) stop stealing her brothers' toys; (v) stop yelling at the top of her lungs; (vi) quit throwing things at her brothers...

Wait, what was I talking about again?

Oh yes, Santa. So nothing could stop Ashley's excitement. She was filled with the Christmas spirit, this one.

Since she was so excited, that of course led to many fun parenting moments as well. So without further ado, some of my favorite moments from Ashley's First Cognizable Christmas are:
  • She constantly sang the first verse to "We wish you a Merry Christmas," which her three year old mind changed to "We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas...and a happy Two Ears!"
  • On the drive home from her aunt and uncle's house on Christmas Eve, Scott and I told her to keep a look out to see if she could see Santa. Fueled by an overdose of sugar cookies, she spotted a hallucinogenic Santa up in the night sky two seconds later and started yelling "It's Santa! It's Santa! Get him, daddy!"
  • On Christmas morning, she ran downstairs and saw that the plate of cookies we'd left out for Santa the night before were all gone. I said, "Look Ashley, Santa was here!" And she turned around and looked up at me sadly and said "Yeah, but Santa ate all my cookies." Apparently, the big old pile of presents he left in exchange was no consolation.
  • Although she'd never asked for it before, apparently her secret Christmas wish was that Santa would bring her some silly putty. Every single present she opened (attacked?), no matter what the size, she would say "Is this my little egg present? Is this my little egg present?" (You know, because silly putty comes in that little plastic egg thingamajig). Luckily, her nana brought some silly putty over later that night so Christmas wasn't ruined (which I then found stuck in my hairbrush this morning, so maybe it wasn't so lucky after all).
  • One of her "big presents" was this little Fisher Price digital camera. She loves it. So much so that she busted into our bedroom the day after Christmas and woke Scott and I up from a deep slumber via flash photography. I kinda felt like Britney Spears with all the flashing right in my face...maybe my daughter has a future as a paparazzo.

I'm sure there were more, but these are the memories that stand out in my mind at the moment. I can't wait until next year when the boys are hopefully more aware of the chaos going on around them...although then again, they will probably be a lot more likely to object than they were this year when Ashley decided to "help" them open their presents.

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