Christmas is for kids – we all know that. So the best part of my Christmas was the telephone call from Oregon this morning. The excited screams of two little boys interspersed with barely intelligible chatter as they were coaxed from their presents to the phone brought me from virtually comatose to wide-awake.
Nick, who is four and a half, was up at 0-dark-thirty: “Mom, it’s Christmas! Can we go downstairs now?” Mom: “Not yet. Micah’s still sleeping.” Nick: “I can fix that.” Let the day begin…
Micah, two years younger has a more practical take on things: “Grandma! It’s Christmas!!!” Me: “Did you get presents?” Micah: “I got my own underwears!”
I’m waiting for pictures….
At this end today Cate (11), though still taken with her new bedding, was seen most of the day gazing raptly at the screen of her new iPod Touch; her brother (9) was joined at the hip with his while wearing the clown nose he’d retrieved from his stocking yesterday. Have a hunch that tomorrow will bring a much more strict schedule which will mean more time with books and less with electronics. Meanwhile for today, Thanks Apple! And Santa, of course.