What a Guy!!
Monday, December 25th, 2006 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouLet it be known that the Husbandly One has beaten me at two, count 'em, TWO... games of Horse. Mostly using shots like, from behind and over his head, and bouncing it off the court and into the net. And it took a while, because I had him beat at distance shots and turn arounds. Hey, I'm short, I had to work on what advantages I could!!
Santa has learned some valuable lessons this Christmas, and I hope that he listens to Mrs. Claus and listens. One being, if you buy a really cool gift with the idea that two children will share it, you should not be surprised when the older child co-opts it and rarely lets the younger child get near it. Be prepared to police the game at all times, with a stop-watch in hand in order to make sure that each turn is played in precisely timed increments, and that places will be changed no matter what point the player is at in a game. This will ensure frustration on both childrens' part, and make sure they settle their differences quickly and somewhat fairly whenever one threatens, "Okay, I'm getting the stop-watch out to make sure each one of you gets PRECISELY the same amount of time on the game!"
Another lesson he learned was next time ask Mrs. Claus BEFORE buying a DVD for the kids. If he had, he would have learned that both kids have been chattering excitedly about Santa bringing at least ONE of the Miyazaki movies we DON'T have yet. In fact, the Impertinent Daughter was hoping really hard for "Whispers of the Heart." That's not to say that the movies we got weren't good. But they weren't what the kids were really hoping for.
Mrs. Claus learned a lesson, too. When the grandparents want to buy clothes for the kids, such as winter coats, next time, suggest gently that they send gift certificates for the store of their choice. Miss Priss is trying very hard to like the coat Grandma sent her, but... she's nearly in tears. She's trying to say positive things like, "I like the shade of purple it is, it's really cool," while NOT saying, "I hate the lime green lining, it's AWFUL." And, "I like it that it's waterproof," and not, "It squeaks like a duck when I move my arms." I think I'd better ask Grandma to mail the store receipt so I can exchange the coat. Otherwise, I see frostbite and chilblains in our future.
There is also the problem that I shop at places like Target and Old Navy. And a size six in those stores (which is the Impossible Son's size now) is a size four in a department store like Dillards. Which drives me NUTS! So, Mr. Manzie has a Scooby Doo warm up suit that he loves, but... it swallows him. *head-desk*
Gift certificates. Definitely need to remember that next time!
Otherwise, it's been a good Christmas. The Impossible Son was happy with his presents, and Santa learned his lesson from seasons past and didn't overwhelm the kids with presents, presents everywhere! You know, getting a ton of presents is great... at first. Then you sort of get overwhelmed, and it's anti-climatic when you're done. "That's all? That's it? Where's the rest of it?" This year, they got some really cool stuff, some funny stuff, some fun stuff, and stuff that makes you go, "Ooooookaaaaay, and the reason you gave me this is WHHHYYYYYY????" EVERYBODY needs some of those!!
Then there was the game of Horse in the backyard, with both kids cheering on the parent of their choice. Each shot was met with great anticipation, each miss was commiserated with, and each basket with rousing cheers of, "Cool!" and "Omigosh, I can't believe you SANK that!" and "That was so WEIRD!!" What made my day was when the Impossible Son told the Husbandly One, "No, I want MAMA to teach me how to play basketball. She knows how to do it RIGHT! You do it all weird and stuff!"
Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Anyhow, I hope all of you are enjoying your day, relaxing, spending time with family and friends, and doing whatever makes you happy. Merry Christmas, Good Yule, and all that good stuff!
Love and stuff,
Auntie
Santa has learned some valuable lessons this Christmas, and I hope that he listens to Mrs. Claus and listens. One being, if you buy a really cool gift with the idea that two children will share it, you should not be surprised when the older child co-opts it and rarely lets the younger child get near it. Be prepared to police the game at all times, with a stop-watch in hand in order to make sure that each turn is played in precisely timed increments, and that places will be changed no matter what point the player is at in a game. This will ensure frustration on both childrens' part, and make sure they settle their differences quickly and somewhat fairly whenever one threatens, "Okay, I'm getting the stop-watch out to make sure each one of you gets PRECISELY the same amount of time on the game!"
Another lesson he learned was next time ask Mrs. Claus BEFORE buying a DVD for the kids. If he had, he would have learned that both kids have been chattering excitedly about Santa bringing at least ONE of the Miyazaki movies we DON'T have yet. In fact, the Impertinent Daughter was hoping really hard for "Whispers of the Heart." That's not to say that the movies we got weren't good. But they weren't what the kids were really hoping for.
Mrs. Claus learned a lesson, too. When the grandparents want to buy clothes for the kids, such as winter coats, next time, suggest gently that they send gift certificates for the store of their choice. Miss Priss is trying very hard to like the coat Grandma sent her, but... she's nearly in tears. She's trying to say positive things like, "I like the shade of purple it is, it's really cool," while NOT saying, "I hate the lime green lining, it's AWFUL." And, "I like it that it's waterproof," and not, "It squeaks like a duck when I move my arms." I think I'd better ask Grandma to mail the store receipt so I can exchange the coat. Otherwise, I see frostbite and chilblains in our future.
There is also the problem that I shop at places like Target and Old Navy. And a size six in those stores (which is the Impossible Son's size now) is a size four in a department store like Dillards. Which drives me NUTS! So, Mr. Manzie has a Scooby Doo warm up suit that he loves, but... it swallows him. *head-desk*
Gift certificates. Definitely need to remember that next time!
Otherwise, it's been a good Christmas. The Impossible Son was happy with his presents, and Santa learned his lesson from seasons past and didn't overwhelm the kids with presents, presents everywhere! You know, getting a ton of presents is great... at first. Then you sort of get overwhelmed, and it's anti-climatic when you're done. "That's all? That's it? Where's the rest of it?" This year, they got some really cool stuff, some funny stuff, some fun stuff, and stuff that makes you go, "Ooooookaaaaay, and the reason you gave me this is WHHHYYYYYY????" EVERYBODY needs some of those!!
Then there was the game of Horse in the backyard, with both kids cheering on the parent of their choice. Each shot was met with great anticipation, each miss was commiserated with, and each basket with rousing cheers of, "Cool!" and "Omigosh, I can't believe you SANK that!" and "That was so WEIRD!!" What made my day was when the Impossible Son told the Husbandly One, "No, I want MAMA to teach me how to play basketball. She knows how to do it RIGHT! You do it all weird and stuff!"
Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Anyhow, I hope all of you are enjoying your day, relaxing, spending time with family and friends, and doing whatever makes you happy. Merry Christmas, Good Yule, and all that good stuff!
Love and stuff,
Auntie
