Sleep in, Beverly. Peace.
And then there was this. Gus doing his own interpretation of Michael Jackson’s “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”. What floors me about this video is not so much Gus’s singing (which is really … something else. Otherworldly, you might say), but his drumming! Am I just a proud parent, or does this child have freakishly excellent rhythm?
Dear sweet Patrick (who refuses to let me take his picture) but was so happy to find a dollhouse under the Christmas tree.
Santa managed to get the four items on his list, plus “a few things he didn’t order” but was happy to get nonetheless.
This motorcycle jacket was one of the things he ordered.
The best gift of all (other than my iPHONE, to which I will likely dedicate an entire post and possibly a country song), actually came from my mother.
Remember that Where the Wild Things Are movie we made? In it, you might recall, Gus was wearing Patrick’s tiny cow costume turned inside out so the spots wouldn’t show. Well, the number one thing on Gus’s Christmas list this year was a real Max costume.
Except that the North Pole does not make a Max costume (or any Wild Things costumes), and I am not a Crafty Sewing Miracle Mom Who Makes Things.
Fortunately, my mother is such a person. If you want something made (a perfect meal, a graduation dress, a cake shaped like Big Bird, a 2,000 square foot gingerbread house with indoor plumbing and Tivo), call my mother. Actually, don’t. She’s very busy updating the electrical in that gingerbread house. No time for interruptions. Anyway, as I explained to Gus on Christmas morning, Santa—knowing how much Gus wanted a Max suit, but also knowing that the North Pole did not have a licensing agreement to mass produce Max suits this year—placed a special call to my mother, asking her if she could sew a Max costume especially for Gus.
And she did.
We went traipsing through the woods at Edwin Warner Park yesterday (so Gus could really be Max) and to Gus’s delight, a fellow hiker shrunk back in fear when she saw him, crying “Don’t eat me up!” Gus was all, “She knows who I am!”
How about you guys? Any magical holiday moments? Big plans for the New Year? We are still deciding whether to party with our pals or hunker down at home. We'll see how hard up I am for blog fodder.
In the meantime, I'm getting into the swing of this time-off concept.