- Santa? -

Sigh... here we go...  Z came to me last night and asked if Santa was real.  B got all indignant and frustrated at his imbecileness (yeah, I know, that's not a word, but it's how she looked at him) and huffed that "of course Santa is real!!!" and then looked at him like "how can you be so smart, yet ask such a dunderheaded question????".  I had a hell of a time not chuckling at her total devotion towards Santa and her complete vexation with her brother.  She was sick with the flu, so her patience with him was extremely low. 

I told Z we could discuss it all he wanted but to please wait till bed (we were  5 minutes away from bedtime).  I later curled up with him in his bed and explained to him that he has a right to believe or not believe in Santa, but he needs to respect B's beliefs and not discuss it around her, as he could see it got her terribly upset.  I then asked him what he thought about the whole Santa idea...  he said that the cookies being eaten and the half eaten carrots found outside on the sidewalk the next morning proved nothing, Hubby and I could have easily done that... and the presents... Hubby and I could be buying them...  and that Santa coming down a chimney makes no sense at all...  the whole time I smiled at him, and waited, not saying anything, letting him talk and then after a pause he looked at me and laughed and said "I'm right aren't I???".   I replied that the magic and spirit of Christmas and Santa is in our hearts, and that it indeed lives very strongly in my heart. I reminded him that I've always said that exact thing to them over the years.  I added that what we choose to believe at various stages of our lives is up to us, but that keeping the magic alive in our hearts, keeps Santa real for everyone...  He smiled and nodded, he thought a bit more, hugged me back with a big smile and then changed the subject to Pokemon. A tactic he does when he's done talking about a certain subject or wants to avoid talking about something. 

 

Suddenly, the subject was closed, he was much too close to the truth and he didn't want to totally loose Santa in that moment.  I know this year he still 'wants' to believe in his heart but now wisely knows better.  He'll go along with the charade, like he does with the tooth fairy (he found out the truth about a year and a half ago about the fairy, but for B's sake continued to pretend she's real.  Just recently he asked me if he could be the tooth fairy for her and do the coins/tooth exchange.  When I pointed out that it had to be after she fell asleep and that he always falls asleep before her, he said he couldn't wait till he had his own kids and could do things like the tooth fairy for them).  Amazingly, he somehow continued to believe in Santa for over another year.  

It would appear we've come to an end of an era...  My baby is letting go of Santa...  I'm relieved at how he's handling it...  It's always been a worry that kids at school would tell him and he'd argue with them that Santa was real and then feel bad or feel totally betrayed when he later found out the truth...  Fortunately, he's figured it out on his own, and he's handling it wonderfully.  Phew!  Now if only my heart could just handle it better...  :'O(

 

- Oh Those Frocodiles!!! -

Oh my sweet little girl.  B told us that her “frocodiles” (her invisible crocodile friends) are ready for school… I've warned B’s new teacher, that B has these ‘frocodile’ friends and they’ll probably show up the first few days of school, but that I've told her they need to stay in her backpack while she’s in class… because the other kids won’t be able to see them, and might step on them… her teacher laughed and said she’s glad to know about them and will ‘look out’ for these invisible friends of B’s and will suggest the same thing. :O) I know the frocodiles will begin to disappear now that she’ll have real friends in her life, and more exciting things to do… actually, I'm going to miss those little toothless invisible creatures… they've been fun to have around… :O)  Why crocodiles??? I’ll never know… they just showed up one day about a year and a half ago and stayed. They've gone on trips to Niagara Falls with us, they've been responsible for several mishaps in the house (wink, wink), they've protected her from scary things at night, they go on many adventures together… today, they’re at the beach with B (in the living room on a blanket), but apparently they’re not listening to her, and she’s up in arms with them at the moment… LMAO!!! At times I wish I had a frocodile friend myself, though not today, they’re not listening very well. ;O)

While I was driving yesterday, I found myself trying yet again to clear something from my throat and a sudden realization struck. I’ve been bothered for weeks with an annoyance (for lack of a better word) in my neck. It doesn't hurt, so much as it’s just very bothersome. I tried the other night using Chloraseptic to numb it because it was driving me crazy. I wake up coughing each night, I have trouble swallowing… Well, finally my brain kicked in while I was driving and I realized my problem is my thyroid (duh!!!). It's obvious the damn nodule on it has grown, despite the medication my Dr. prescribed. I can now locate the lump easily with my fingers and can see it clearly in the mirror (I looked when I got home). It’s definitely what’s pressing inside and growing into my oesophagus. So, Tues I will make an appt. with my Dr. and I know she’s going to say the next step is surgery. She had warned me last year, that if the medication didn’t do the trick, and if it grew and started obstructing my throat, we’d have to remove it. Oh am I excited about that. :OP  I’ve never had surgery before, never had a broken bone, hell, even both child births were very easy… so basically, this is the first ‘serious’ thing for me to encounter… Naturally, my heart is up in my throat over it, (and heavens knows there’s not much room in there for it!!!!) ;O) LOL. I’m wishing I had noticed the growth back in the spring, maybe I could have had the surgery during the summer, while the kids were at home. It would have been a lot easier. As it is, if I do need the surgery, hubby  will be handling the kids in and out of school during the day, so I’ll have to go it alone.  I did the entire biopsy thing alone, so I can do this alone.  Oh Freakin’ Hootin’ Nannies! As I said before, and will say again… I did NOT want to turn 40!!!! LOL Y’all see!!!  Gah. LOL

- The Waiting Game -

Our 18th wedding anniversary is on Monday.  Sunday we’re all going to go to Centreville for the day, as a way to celebrate our Anniversary as a family.  We’ve always celebrated as a family.  :O) 

 Should be fun!  It's a great little amusement park. :)

The waiting game is in play… still waiting for test results to come back for the cyst on my thyroid.  Yes, they said about 2 weeks, and it’s only been 1… I’m trying real hard not to be worried… but I'm… just… I dunno… whatever… sigh.  LOL

B’s loving her gymnastics, I love watching how determined she can be and how excited she gets when she does something.  Z’s loving Grade 1.  He’s reading very well, beginning to participate in things and his teachers are delighted in his progress.  He has a part time T.A., a Speech Therapist and an O.T.  along with his regular teacher.  I really appreciate everything the school and teachers are doing for him.

So that’s the update right now.  I’m off to bed.  I need sleep… :OP  Oh yes, I’m still waiting to get a CPAP machine… Insurance company needs to send me back an “ok, you can get that machine, we’ll cover some of it” type of crap… gah…