Just when you f i n a l l y feel (even if it's 70 degrees in December) like it's Christmas, it has to come to an end! Does anyone else feel like standing back & saying "What the crap, 2015? Where'd you go??" I especially can't believe that Conley has already had t h r e e of his first holidays!! He's only two months old! Time, please start doing a better job of standing still.
About the trampoline. Cam wasn't the easiest child to get down for the night (who am I kidding? What kid is?) We laid him down on the couch, turned on some "Octonauts" (his tv obsession this week) & slipped off to put together the trampoline. In the rain. At about somewhere between 12-2 am in the morning. Yes. We did.
I was so worried about the tiniest brother the entire time. I really need a video monitor for times like this! I sat the bassinet between my parents room & the basement stairs which I kept hot running up & down to check on him during "Santa's Workshop hours." Little man didn't bat an eye. He slept A L L NIGHT LONG! I'm pretty sure he thought, what the heck!? Mom's awake! I can sleep all I want;)
As our luck would have it, we made it all the way to putting together the enclosure of the trampoline before a screw was knocked loose to a cap & the sprinkles turned into a hurricane like rain storm. But h e y! Santa had a trampoline assembled for Cam to see the next morning!
Christmas Morning was hilarious. We had to hurry because we had to make it to our family's annual Mustache Christmas Breakfast by 9:30 & when you have 2 under 2... thats a task! So Cade woke Cam up about 8am. "Cam, do you remember who was supposed to come last night? He stuffed his Kevin McCallister hair back into the pillow: "Noooo, I sared (scared)!" He went back to the North Pole Cam! Santa's not here...
"OKkkkkkkkk." He jumped out of bed to investigate. Beanbags. Light Sabers. Candy. "Monser trucks." It was all there. And a sign pointing to the trampoline outside...
We finally pulled him away from all the excitement under the tree & convinced him to look for the trampoline. He followed his little arrow to the back window to see if Ho Ho really brought the trampoline he had been asking for. I was crazy girl excited and then... He seen it. No emotion, no nothing. "It's big! I want a wittle won! It has wain on it." Ultimate. Parent. Fail. Or so it felt like at the time.
In the words of my Mr: "You were so excited last year to give him his car...& he would have been just as happy with a bag of rocks. This year, you were so excited about him seeing the trampoline a n d he could care less." Oh, well. Next year, well just see how he likes a bag of rocks...#notreally
The trampoline has become the star of the show lately. After much encouragement, and many jumps with him on my hip-he l o v e s it. We literally have to pry him off & he n e v e r comes back in the house without big crocodile tears. We were jumping today & he looked up at the sky & said, "I love my trampoline, Thank you Ho Ho! It's so fun!!" Santa's life made.