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O banana tree
Jan. 4th, 2009 12:12 amWell, we took down both the banana trees tonight. Remember when we went to Texas for Thanksgiving, and Bonzo fell in love with the banana tree? From that point forward, every tree that he really liked was a "banana tree", and of course that included anything with lights. Therefore, all Christmas trees are actually banana trees. Get it?
For the record, we tried--really tried--to get him to say "Christmas tree," or some reasonable toddler approximation thereof. I know I have some conservative relatives who would point to this as evidence of the War on Christmas,* that young children are no longer even saying the words "Christmas trees", but we said over and over and over that the things with lights were Christmas trees. He just grinned and refused to repeat us. So this evening, finally, I gave up trying to correct him and we stood by the back door waving at the banana tree as it went back downstairs into storage. Bye-bye, banana tree.
His favorite part of the Christmas season was definitely all the lights, followed by the opportunity to sing "Jingle Bells" and see crazy snowmen/reindeer/polar bears/Santa Claus figures. Presents were pretty low on his list, although he did enjoy tearing the paper off the wrapped boxes. We had to coax him into opening the last couple presents, and that didn't happen until we were back home and Christmas was several days past. I like that we had a relaxed holiday, and that nobody was as focused on the gifts as usual. I didn't miss the frenzy. I was sad to pack away the holiday decorations, but we hadn't gotten everything out because of our little force of nature, so I wrapped stuff back up with the hopes that we'd try it again and do a better job next year. We got amazing food and company from so many friends, so many family. We both took enough time off to truly relax and enjoy our time. It was a great holiday.
Nao, I can haz springtiem?
*Want to know my War on Christmas? It has to do with strangers who try to engage Bonzo in conversations about Santa Claus. He's eighteen months old, he doesn't know Santa, he doesn't know you, and we're in serious conflict over how much we want to lie to this kid about the holiday season. (Plus, greedy much?) I am happy to tell him Christmas stories, teach him Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer songs, and read him nativity stories. (Currently, his favorite character is the donkey--"HORSIE! NEIGH!!"--but we're working on that.) But this drive-by Santa gossip drove me sort of crazy.
For the record, we tried--really tried--to get him to say "Christmas tree," or some reasonable toddler approximation thereof. I know I have some conservative relatives who would point to this as evidence of the War on Christmas,* that young children are no longer even saying the words "Christmas trees", but we said over and over and over that the things with lights were Christmas trees. He just grinned and refused to repeat us. So this evening, finally, I gave up trying to correct him and we stood by the back door waving at the banana tree as it went back downstairs into storage. Bye-bye, banana tree.
His favorite part of the Christmas season was definitely all the lights, followed by the opportunity to sing "Jingle Bells" and see crazy snowmen/reindeer/polar bears/Santa Claus figures. Presents were pretty low on his list, although he did enjoy tearing the paper off the wrapped boxes. We had to coax him into opening the last couple presents, and that didn't happen until we were back home and Christmas was several days past. I like that we had a relaxed holiday, and that nobody was as focused on the gifts as usual. I didn't miss the frenzy. I was sad to pack away the holiday decorations, but we hadn't gotten everything out because of our little force of nature, so I wrapped stuff back up with the hopes that we'd try it again and do a better job next year. We got amazing food and company from so many friends, so many family. We both took enough time off to truly relax and enjoy our time. It was a great holiday.
Nao, I can haz springtiem?
*Want to know my War on Christmas? It has to do with strangers who try to engage Bonzo in conversations about Santa Claus. He's eighteen months old, he doesn't know Santa, he doesn't know you, and we're in serious conflict over how much we want to lie to this kid about the holiday season. (Plus, greedy much?) I am happy to tell him Christmas stories, teach him Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer songs, and read him nativity stories. (Currently, his favorite character is the donkey--"HORSIE! NEIGH!!"--but we're working on that.) But this drive-by Santa gossip drove me sort of crazy.
