In Which The Christmas Machine Does Not Steamroll RR

It’s not as though we haven’t tried.

RR has two countdown to Christmas calendars (is it an advent calendar if it counts all 24 days?), One, a lovely piece my mother quilted that is a replica of my childhood calendar, complete with pouches to pull tiny ornaments from. My 3-year-old self is a little jealous of her liberty – when I was small my sisters and I rotated through the actions: someone got to pull the ornament, someone got to pin it on, and someone got to tuck the flap of the pouch. RR gets to do all but the pinning (our hooks are too high for her to reach).

In height news, she has grown 2 full inches since July. HOLY COW.

The other advent calendar is a digital one sent by our neighbor with animated scenes and activities for each day. RR loves to see us click open each one and test all of our recalls by asking for “the one with the horse!” (number 8, phew!) and the “cat chasing the airplane!” (god only knows). She sometimes forgets and certainly shows no indication that we’re counting down to a big date.

Speaking of counting, when Debra asked her how many inches were on the yardstick she was holding she said, “20 16”. Her math is far better than mine was at three.

We read The Night Before Christmas. We sing Rudolph. We help her wrap presents. She sat with Santa. We decorated gingerbread men. She says ho ho ho! There are just-for-Christmas toys out to play with. We packed cookies for friends and neighbors. She has no idea what’s coming. What do you want for Christmas?, we asked. She ignored us. When pressed, she muttered some nonsense syllables and went back to long division (not really).

I imagine this will be the year she remembers well enough that she can be excited about it next year. I’m not actually complaining, we all could do with a little less I want. On the other hand, what she’s getting are a pack of finger puppets from her aunts and 96 carved wooden animals, a book, and a wooden diorama from us. She may wish she’d figured out I want sooner!

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  1. Four was definitely the magic age at Christmas. It was when it all came together here.
    We are at the opposite end of the Christmas spectrum – she’s still claiming a shred of belief (“no offense Mom, there’s no way you two would spend the kind of money Santa does”) and I’m content to let her have it. Except this year this list has gotten waaaaaayyyyy more expensive with requests for new electronics not to mention she now wears adult sized shoes & clothes, the price of which absolutely slay me. Trade you wish lists?

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