I think a lot of moms get these big, fantastic ideas of activities they will do with their children. You know, trips to the museum with an art project or perhaps a day at the zoo with a camel ride. It all sounds so promising in theory. And just think of the cute picture opportunities!
This morning's vision: A friend invited Aidan and me to accompany her in picking out her Christmas tree at Teusink's farm. They also had hot chocolate and donuts, Santa, face painting, ornament making and hay rides. Sounds like kiddo bliss, right? I'm imagining us frolicking through the snow, big flakes grazing our cheeks as we help our friend select the perfect tree and partake in the fun designed for a little kid's joy.
This morning's reality: Aidan throws a total fit before we even leave the house. Does NOT want to wear his coat and his boots FEEL ALL FUNNY. We compromise in getting him to the car. Once we reach Teusink's he returns to being a disaster. My kid is the one loudly sobbing in the middle of the field while all the other families search for the perfect tree to take home and adorn with holiday decor. Excellent. Once we calm that little situation down, it's on to the activity room! Aidan walks in and the first thing he says is, "I only like the REAL santa. Not that fake one." Oh, that's not embarrassing. I mean, I guess I'm proud that he is bright enough to recognize that Santa with a candy cane painted on his cheek and cognac-colored loafers is probably not legitimate.
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with the ornament we made and sprayed with fake snow. Every time I touch it little white particles are left on my hand.
Next up.
Hay ride!
And he'll even voluntarily put on his coat for that! Amazing!
I am carrying him over to the John Deere-led wagon filled with hay when I slip on ice and drop us both. He's bawling (again) and my left knee is black and blue. It's positively freezing on the hay ride, though I'm trying to salvage some of the adventure.
"Aidan! Look at the horses!"
Whoo. Hoo.
These are types of things where I'm all, huh. Should have just stayed home in our pj's. Would have been great.
At least I can laugh about it now! And maybe you will too.
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Never fear. My nieces always remind me of horrible experiences we once had and we have fun laughing at the memory - good or bad. Trust me, I don't like reliving the day I fell out of a bus (literally) but it's their favorite story to tell.
ReplyDeleteI can't tell you the number of days my son and I have had like this -- it's funny in retrospect. Now that I'm several years post-divorce and my son is much older, we do fewer things because I think we "need something to do" -- I think I feel less guilt about my son being from a divorced family so I'm not trying to make up for it by planning a million things like I used to. That being said, we're going to the Christmas Tree Lot later this week. Wish us luck! ;-)
ReplyDeleteYou summed it up beautifully when you said "it all sounds so promising in theory". That is generally as far as it gets. Fun times!
ReplyDeleteHi Penelope-- I didn't see a place where I could email you directly, but wanted to let you know that I've had a chance to read some more of your blog and I've really enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteAre you on Twitter? I'd love to follow you. I'm @LASingleMama, if you happen to be there.
I'm from Michigan so I love all the MI reference too.
Also, added you to my blog roll. Thanks for stopping by over on my site, too.
hahaha Teusink's blows. Come visit me and Aidan can ride Cierra's pony, and he can see all the racehorses. :) Anyway, if you remember seeing a fat white pony at Teusinks, that was Strawberry, the one i used to lease :D good memories!! ...and reason #721 i have a fake Christmas tree. hahaha!!!! and yes, i did laugh my ass off at this post!
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