9 ladies dancing was a set of 4 paper dolls, pretty cool and retro-looking
Ten Lords a Leaping is a basket of 10 chocolate frogs
Eleven Pipers piping was a package of 8 musical crackers - apparently each one has a little whistle in it.
and a copy of the Robert Sabuda pop-up book of the 12 days of christmas- which if you don't already own you should stop reading right now, get in your car, and see if you can pick one up at an after Christmas sale. Go ahead. I'll wait.
I had started documenting what we were getting on this 12 days of Christmas with the intent of next year doing something similar. But I've been daunted because I'm just not sure where I'd even begin to get some of this stuff. Not to mention, it's a ton of stuff! and a pretty significant investment. This is not your typical neighbor gift... I'm just more and more impressed with who did it for us.
I'm pretty sure I know who it was... but I'm unsure how to proceed. Do I confront them or not? I think they need to be thanked.
On the 19th we took the girls to the play of "The Christmas Story." It was well done, we'd shown the girls the movie, so they were familiar enough with the story to not be baffled by it, and to enjoy it. It was a good introduction to the theater for them.
We had walked to the theater, and as we were leaving Hubby and Thing 1 got a little ahead of us. A man and his wife were walking out next to me and Thing 2. He looks down at her, and says there's lots of snow out there on the field in front of the theater. She doesn't say anything.
He asks if she likes snow. She nods.
He asks if she knows that Christmas snow is magic. She looks at him.
He assures her Christmas snow is different than regular snow. Would she like him to show her?
He reaches out to the snow in front if us and picks up a pinch. He puts it on his flat palm in front of her, and asks her to blow on it. He covers one open palm with the other, flat, and circles the one above the other. He asks her to blow on it, between his hands.
He shows her a clear shiny marble on his palm. She is open mouthed speechless. He gives her the marble, and with a wave he and his wife walk away.
I'm not sure I even thanked him. I was so stunned. It was just so magical... she was so tickled. She carried the marble around all day.
However, the rest of the day Thing 1 is upset that she doesn't have a magic marble. So much so I break down and tell them it was a trick, a neat trick, but a trick, and I demonstrate it. Thing 1 is mollified, but Thing 2 is unconvinced. Because I keep using her same marble in the demonstrations of the trick she is convinced that the guy used real Christmas snow to magically produce her marble. I'm just doing a trick. He did REAL Christmas Magic. Which is fine, it was Thing 1 I was trying to pacify anyway.
The girls got to open their one gift each on Christmas eve, which was of course matching Christmas pajamas.
Our Christmas was wonderful, the kids got everything they could want and more... our typical story of excess, mostly because we have so much fun getting them stuff we'd want. We have to play with these toys too, you know. And it's exciting to imagine their joy in opening it. They usually deliver, being so delighted at everything. Thing 1 wrote a letter to Santa on Christmas Eve, reminding him of our new puppy, and imploring him to bring the dog a stocking and something to put in it. Santa complied, and wrote a return letter. Thing 1 was thrilled.
Thing 2 got her looks-like-her American girl doll
Thing 2 didn't get any one big gift, but lots of other things. This is the card she made for Hubby to go with the gift she picked out for him.
Hubby got his new coffee machine, a Nespresso that also foams the milk. It was far from a surprise for him, in fact I had to return the coffee thing I had originally bought him because he found this one, gave me a printout of exactly what he wanted, and so off I went like a good little elf to Sur La Table where they had it in red.
Hubby has spent most of the past couple of days sipping his coffee or playing Mini Ninjas, a Wii game that Santa saw fit to give him.
Hubby is a fabulous gift buyer... my favorite gift this year was a sock monkey hat. Looks like I'm wearing a big sock monkey on my head.
We had my folks, Hubby's sister and boyfriend, and Hubby's friend and girlfriend for dinner Christmas day. It's the first time our front room was presentable in less than a week after the force of nature that is Christmas morning has struck. Hubby excelled in the food department, it was a fabulous meal.
Hubby's friend has a long standing history of using the girls like twirling batons to entertain them and himself for a while. This is the sort of thing that you have to be careful about doing to them yourself or you'll spend several minutes every day refusing to do it.
We spent the next couple of days up with extended family, doing Christmas. That's Thing 2, Niece 4, Thing 1, and Hubby.
My big ace in the hole gift was a Sharper Image five day weather forecaster thing that I got on a coupon from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I bought three - for hubby, for my dad, and for my brother-in-law whose name we had this year. They were all a bust, my brother-in-law's and father's because it's not Mac compatible, and ours because it COMPLETELY DOESN'T WORK. I spent most of a day trying to get it to work and it just refuses. The kicker here is I can't find the receipts for them.
On the way home on Monday, Thing 2 came down with a fever. She slept most of the day, which is not normal. I can't remember what her fever was that night, but it was high. We started the motrin/tylenol dosing routine. The next day her fever came down, she took a nap but was pretty normal, but at night her fever would skyrocket again, up to 105 range, but be down by the next day, except for some napping. Looking back, I of course can see I should have taken her into the doctor, but for one reason or another I kept putting it off, expecting her to get better. On the phone to my brother on Wednesday, he thought it sounded like swine flu, which he knows all about since it made the rounds at his house. That scared me enough that I called the doctor and got through to the nurse. She said if Thing 2 didn't make it through the night, bring her in the next day, New Year's Eve.
She didn't make it. We have since found out our ear thermometer thing has to be wrong- but I nearly had a heart attack when it registered 106.9. It came down really quick, which I assumed meant the thermometer was probably screwy, and the doctor agreed.The doctor diagnosed Strep Throat, which was a relief... seeing as how Hubby's getting on a plane on Sunday, it would be bad to have him carrying the flu. We started her on Amoxycillin, expecting everything to be hunky dory before we could say Bob's your Uncle, but still her fever popped up again last night. Using the old fashioned mercury thermometer in her armpit and adding a degree, we got 105 at 5:00 am. Sponging her and dosing her got it down a degree in just half an hour. The doctor told us in 24 hours she wouldn't be contagious anymore. Which has already passed, and she still has a fever. I suppose a trip back to the doctor is probably in order, or the clinic, if they're not open tomorrow.