A time once travelled

Lord, thank you for the interesting, challenging year
and for the blessings.

As I look forward to 2007, 

A super-kulit husband + a growing-mega-kulit toddler =

Oh God, please help me keep from yelling most of my waking time!!!
(did I just yell with those exclamation marks?)

And please, let there be more peace on earth, less icebergs melting,
and more food and shelter for the less fortunate children!

HAPPY NEW YEAR to ALL!

The outfit
Not even a sick stomach could dampen the mood. Our little Santa was really game, right through the end of the celebration.
His Santa outfit came up on the last minute. I wanted to get him a costume, with tie and all, but we couldn’t find his size. On the 23^rd, I planned to run through the children’s store one more time to check, but Papa said he would prefer David wearing a Santa costume just like the one on his first Christmas. So I went to buy the necessary materials and sew it the night before the fête.

Spoilers
On Christmas Eve, just few minutes after he put on the costume, his intestines and their neighbouring organs made their lousy joke again. I saw it coming judging the look on his face. He ran to his room and before I could get in, he banged the door on me shouting “go away mama!” I could hear the noise behind his closed door. I went in and saw him kneeling down at the edge of his bed playing car. “Go away, go away!” he insisted profusely. I refused, told him I’m going to give his stomach a little massage and that it was ok. I could sense some leakage but didn’t say anything. I know he likes his privacy a lot when he does toilet. A little while longer, it was time to change diaper, and there it was, his Santa costume totally soiled!
So, well, there was nothing to say. A sick stomach is a sick stomach! I washed his Santa costume and blew-dry it, then ironed it over. It was spanking new again, but he didn’t want to wear it anymore. A lot of Santa stories, cooing and begging had to be endured to convince him. And he caught up with the festive mood eventually when he saw we were delighted with how he looked. And on the photo session. Lots of photos! And plenty of comical performance from out little one, so happy and excited!

Noche Buena
We took baby Jesus out of our little “belen“, to be put back when the clock supposedly strikes midnight. Lola prepared the “Noche Buena”, which has become our little family tradition since I arrived in France. And since we both love seafood, there was less cooking to do. David and papa were preoccupied checking out for Santa time to time. By 9 pm, we were already in the middle of our entrée. Yes, the timing of our noche Buena and the events afterwards revolved around David. Christmas should be celebrated around the time when the piglet is totally awake; otherwise it wouldn’t be as fun and joyful As it was, we ended up with just the entrée, and then went on straight to the dessert. There was no extra room in our stomach for the main dish.
Dessert. Of course, it has to be David’s favourite flavour. Strawberry. And even if it was Pasko, he still had the right to ask for candles, sing happy birthday (improvised with baby Jesus). For him, a party means, a Birthday Party. And what’s a party without cake and candle?
So off he blew, and blew and blew. With baby Jesus right in front of the cake.

Santa has come!
Then came the moment for the presents. The day before, Papa and I already agreed that he would take some presents outside, ring the bell and hide himself before we open the door. Inside, I would distract David, and as soon as we hear the doorbell, I would tell him it’s Santa Claus delivering the presents. We don’t have a chimney, Santa has no choice but ring the doorbell, the balcony is too way risky! The presents might end up on our neighbour’s, if it’s not Papa!
David was actually scared. I had to push him to open the door. I could feel he was excited for the presents but scared to see Santa. We both opened the door, and there they were, the presents! There was a questioning look on his face. He said (more like a question): “il est là Papa Noel! (He is here santa)” looking directly at the elevator. I told him Papa Noel just dropped by to bring the presents but he was such in a hurry to bring gifts to Roxane, Mathias, Raphael, etc… (his little friends). It actually worked. So off he went tearing off the wrappers.
At almost 11 pm, he put baby Jesus on our Belen. We told David, baby Jesus is born! By midnight, we were already snoring!!!!

25^th
We woke up with his garage already assembled. Then before lunch, Santa passed by again. Apparently he just dropped by from the Caribbean.

26^th
Home is a total mess! David’s room needed redesigning. So off the baby toys and came in the new ones. In the middle of the wreckage, you could still hear him singing “Papa Noel”. A French song about a child asking Santa Claus not to forget his Christmas stocking.

You? How was your Christmas?

May this Special Time of the Year
fill your heart with Happiness and Love!

And the New Year may grant your heart’s desires!

I’ve been really good this year and as you can hear with your magic ears, I’ve been singing well “Papa Noel” for days and days now. Mama and Papa said you’ll be passing by one of these days, when, I don’t know, but I sure hope your song works! 

Waiting patiently,

David  

P.S.Papa and Mama said they only want one thing for Christmas. That I’m always in good health!

We got them. It’s a record this year! If there’s anything full in our apartment, that would be the medicine cupboard!
David and I got the stomach flu, something like the gastro sans fever! We basically stink vomit and you know….

Can’t bring myself to feel the spirit of Christmas yet!

Sorry, this is just the update I got for now.