Saturday, January 3, 2009
Winter Narrative
As I look back on my Christmas experiences, I noticed that I remember the experiences that I had a kid the most. I think that the holidays are meant for kids and that when someone has kids they start to relive the magic of the season.
My son, Richard, is now 21 months old and is the reason for remembering any part of my holiday break. Richard is walking, even running; talking and an even tell people around him what he wants. I know that his ability to understand things quickly is a part of what makes watching him so much fun. I knew that this year’s Christmas Day was going to be special because I had been shopping for it since the summer, but I didn’t have many expectations for the morning other than we were going to eat cinnamon rolls and open presents. It turned out to be more than that.
After opening presents the night before with our families, it was very clear that Richard understood that a present equaled something fun for him. He caught on to that very quickly, so after my husband, David, Richard, and I finished our breakfast it was time for him open the presents David and I have bought him. He opened 3 of them before he figured out that the presents were stashed under the tree. He figured out that it was quite easy to maneuver his body under the tree to retrieve his presents. The funny thin is that decided to wait to make his move when David and I were out of sight. I think that David was blowing his nose and I was getting a drink, so we were steps away when I realized that it had gotten pretty quiet up stairs. See, when you have a child like I have you know that quiet equals trouble. When I walked up the three stairs to the living room and couldn’t see Richard right away, I called for him. I was expecting for him to be hiding by the front door or to be making his way up the flight of stairs leading to the bedrooms. When I scanned those areas and didn’t see him, I heard a sound and turned to my left. There was Richard, under the Christmas tree. I couldn’t help laughing while reaching for my camera. The picture is a prefect representation of how sneaky he trying to be. He was crawling under to tree, so in the picture his butt sticking out of the branches and then he realized he was being watched so he is looking back to see who has caught him in the act.
Children have innocent eyes that adults are able to look through. I wouldn’t remember the movies I watched over the break, the presents I received or the restaurants that I went to; however, I will remember my son’s smiles, laughs and his cute little butt protruding from under the Christmas tree.
My son, Richard, is now 21 months old and is the reason for remembering any part of my holiday break. Richard is walking, even running; talking and an even tell people around him what he wants. I know that his ability to understand things quickly is a part of what makes watching him so much fun. I knew that this year’s Christmas Day was going to be special because I had been shopping for it since the summer, but I didn’t have many expectations for the morning other than we were going to eat cinnamon rolls and open presents. It turned out to be more than that.
After opening presents the night before with our families, it was very clear that Richard understood that a present equaled something fun for him. He caught on to that very quickly, so after my husband, David, Richard, and I finished our breakfast it was time for him open the presents David and I have bought him. He opened 3 of them before he figured out that the presents were stashed under the tree. He figured out that it was quite easy to maneuver his body under the tree to retrieve his presents. The funny thin is that decided to wait to make his move when David and I were out of sight. I think that David was blowing his nose and I was getting a drink, so we were steps away when I realized that it had gotten pretty quiet up stairs. See, when you have a child like I have you know that quiet equals trouble. When I walked up the three stairs to the living room and couldn’t see Richard right away, I called for him. I was expecting for him to be hiding by the front door or to be making his way up the flight of stairs leading to the bedrooms. When I scanned those areas and didn’t see him, I heard a sound and turned to my left. There was Richard, under the Christmas tree. I couldn’t help laughing while reaching for my camera. The picture is a prefect representation of how sneaky he trying to be. He was crawling under to tree, so in the picture his butt sticking out of the branches and then he realized he was being watched so he is looking back to see who has caught him in the act.
Children have innocent eyes that adults are able to look through. I wouldn’t remember the movies I watched over the break, the presents I received or the restaurants that I went to; however, I will remember my son’s smiles, laughs and his cute little butt protruding from under the Christmas tree.
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