We definately had a good Christmas. Clayton didn't want to come out of the bedroom when he heard Santa had been here. I guess he thought he was still here. Greg told him he'd left and he gladly came into the living room then. I have a real problem with 'Santa.'
Mixed feelings at least. A patient once explained to me that we hype Santa up so much at Christmas time and encourage our children to 'believe' in him. Later in life they find out that Santa was just a big STORY aka LIE. She made me wonder if they feel the same about Jesus. We encourage them to believe in him also in much the same way. I can only pray that Clayton will not think I was lying to him about Jesus living in his heart.
I will continue as he gets older to hold back the urge to tell him Santa is watching. And I will definatley tell him the truth as often as needed.
I've tried for 2 days to post the best video ever. But it wouldn't load. I guess it was too long. I'll post this one instead. In the video you missed Clayton says Gigi wears scooby doo underwear, pulls down his pants to show the world his underwear and then falls on his head. I guess this one is more tasteful. I might get booted off the blog for the other or arrested.
Clayton loves books and loves to read. I guess he takes after his Gigi and Meme. Or maybe his Aunt Patsy. I don't read much for pleasure. I definately have a hard time reading fiction. Maybe someday I will like to read again. Clayton has been using the big potty really well. We haven't had any accidents in a week. He is such a good boy but just a little spoiled.
Clayton does not like talking to strangers. But he does like to talk. He talks non stop. Everyone has been telling about their days. I will not bore you with mine. I do better on mornings when Greg is home. He is a huge help and a wonderful father. If he hasn't worked the night before he even lets me sleep in on some days. I think he knows that I am a lot nicer when I have had more sleep. I truely miss sleeping for extremely long stretches. That is the ONLY thing I miss about not having children.
Last night I did have a dream. I have weird vivid dreams most nights. I dreamed I was staying with Aunt Fleta. I pee'd the bed in the middle of the night. There was so much pee it was all over the bed and in the floor in huge puddles. The dream went along with me trying to ask Fleta where the bathroom was for towels -- I never actually asked for any. I never got to clean up the mess. At the end of the dream I had followed Fleta into a bathroom. She did not have on clothes and was morbidly obsese. Instead of sitting down to pee she straddled the toilet. This is when I woke up. I guess I was frightened pretty badly.
I can't remember which one I picked for our Christmas card. Clayton was a little rowdy. He likes to say cheese but rarely looks at the camera. We've been practicing smiling. We've had a stomach but and it's back again. I'm ready to be rid of this thing. Time to bring out the bleach and get rid of it for good. Call me Helen.