How are we doing?

Well, life is hectic around here but so much fun. Actually, I have not felt so fulfilled in a long time.

Yesterday we did our Wal-Mart thing. Yvonne had to do a lot of Christmas shopping, only to find that most of the good stuff was gone. Nevertheless, we had a good time.

Today we will be meeting my niece Monica, (who also arrived from Toronto) at the Polo Park mall. Yvonne was thinking we might want Aila to see Santa, why? Well I just copied this from Yvonne's Blog: (in case you want to read the whole post) and you will understand.



Aila: Daddy....Iz Santa gowing to bwing me Pwesents for Cwistmas????"

Jason: No, honey. Santa is dead......*insert "obvious and loud interruption by Mommy clearing her throat" here*

Yvonne: Oh Daddy...you are such a JOKER! *evil eyes at Jason*

Aila: (eyes wide as saucers) Oh. Phew....Silwy Daddy.....

Yvonne: Go play downstairs okay, Aila?

Aila: Awight!

Jason: What?! I was going to tell her about Saint Nicholas! I wanted to be HONEST!

Yvonne: Uh...yeah...not THAT honest. This is Aila we're talking about....she'll be traumatized for 2 years if you tell her Santa's dead!!After all...this is the child who still talks about going to the beach with Uncle Ron. "I don't want to go to da beeech wif Unco Won. He spwashed meeee in my Eyeees!!" This was 18 months ago. She still talks about it.Uh yeah...I think we'll have to discern just how much honesty Aila can take at once! For now....if she wants to imagine that Santa brings the presents (even tho she watches me buy and wrap them) that's her prerogative. We'll bury Santa another time!



Yesterday we were looking after Anneka and Aila and they were building a fort downstairs with the blankets (pfffff what a mess). After a while they came upstairs with Anneka telling me that Aila was scared because there were ghosts (I wonder why!!!!) I said: "Their are no ghosts, only the Holy Ghost and He lives inside of us!" (That was actually a dumb church expression, which children and the unbelievers find most unreal). Aila looked up at me with big eyes saying: "What? (While looking inside her shirt) I don't see anything Oma." Archh! I quickly changed the subject, I did not want to go there! I still remember me being told in my early years to invite Jesus in my heart, or give my heart to Jesus, no way I thought, I only have one heart and I want to hang on to it, thank you very much!
There are better 'unchurchy' ways to explain that. But that is someting for an other post.
Right now I want to concentrate on: "Kids say the darnest things!"