Chistmas
We had a lovely Christmas. I was lucky enough to get cancelled from work on Christmas eve day (no holiday pay for that shift anyway). We went to my mother-in-law's on Christmas evening. Ryan's sister and her husband and kids were there along with our grandma (great-grandma to the kids). Zeff's 4yo boy cousin is one of his best friends. They kiss and hug when they see each other and refer to each other as "friend" As in, "Friend, do you want to play spiderman?" "OK, friend." Very sweet. They are both madly into spiderman and also enjoy the other required preschool boy things (dinosaurs, swords, etc).
Fortunately our family was smart enough to get them pretty much all identical presents. It was a good thing, because one of the first gifts that Emmit opened was a really cool spiderman car and action figure. Zeff stood there with his little face fallen, eyes growing shiny. He was so good, he didn't cry or take the toy or anything but you could tell he wanted it more than anything in the world. We all told him it would be okay and showed him which present he should open right then. The look on his face when he got the same spiderman car was priceless. He hugged the package, jumping up and down.
However, the next day he had obviously had too much Christmas, as he opened a present with a really cool Discovery Toys tape measure. He burst into tears and said, "But I don't want a girl toy!!" We do not promote the concept of girl and boy toys and he normally he never refers to toys that way. It was so weird as his dad uses a tape measure. Joss goes through streaks of measuring everything though, so that must be where he got that idea. He actually broke down and cried really hard while I held him. He seemed to feel better after that so it must have just been a little holiday overload. Poor guy.
I had an awesome night at work on Christmas day. It was super quiet, and we only had 2 or 3 deliveries all evening (at least that came out to postpartum - there were a couple of heartbreakingly sad cases in L&D that Christmas day, but let's not think about that now) I actually had a wonderful shift as I was in the nursery and rarely had more than one baby at any time. I gave two baby baths. One was an absolutely beautiful little Somali girl baby. She had a little rosebud mouth, round pink cheeks and long eyelashes. Her head was mushed and bruised from a tough delivery but her face looked absolutely gorgeous. I washed her and then put a red and white stocking cap, swaddled her and put her in a winter theme (not Christmas exactly) stocking with a bow and a bell on it. She was just the most precious thing ever and I held her up and showed her at the nursery window whenever people walked by.
The other baby I washed was also a really pretty girl baby and it was so much fun to dress her up as well.
On the 26th I picked my folks up from the airport. While my mom was in Florida, she missed the funeral of a friend of hers from work who killed herself. She also missed hearing the news that a second friend from the same school also killed herself. This is a huge blow to their small elementary school, one woman was a teacher, the other was a custodian. Please pray for the other teachers, kids and staff at that school.
Now my parents are coming over for Christmas supper and presents. OMG. I gotta go clean.
Peace.