Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Kitchen Envy

Probably the biggest present Bobo got this year was a giant and awesome play kitchen that inspires real kitchen envy from me.  It's so nice and pretty and I very much want a mommy version!  He didn't open it on Christmas day, so he had a while in between presents to sort of extend Christmas out a bit.  Plus, this thing required a lot of set-up.  You can see that from the two separate boxes!  Which Bobo loved playing in, of course... Finally with Grampy's help it got set up, and is now sitting in our living room taking up about half of it.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Get Ready For Sledding!

No snow here yet but this video sure puts me in the mood to go sledding!  And also makes me want to curl up by a fire, brrrrr!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Santa's Lap

 Friday was our library's annual Christmas Tree Lighting, and of course Santa was there to do the honors and then ask all the little munchkins what they wanted.  Bobo was sitting on him so nicely with his hands folded so sweet, and ventured to ask for Thomas trains and a Mickey Mouse toy.  He was so well-behaved and looked adorable, so cute that a lady from the newspaper had to write down his name because she was sure the picture she took of him 'was a keeper'.  I'll be checking tomorrow to see if he's in there of course!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Believe in Santa

The New York Sun, September 21, 1897

We take pleasure in answering at once and thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of THE SUN:

  "Dear Editor: I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; Is there a Santa Claus?
        "Virginia O'Hanlon.
"115 West Ninety-Fifth Street."

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no VirginiaS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest man that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding. No Santa Claus! Thank GOD! He lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Poem for a Sick Day

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.

I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
            ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Yesterday Bobo and I had a sick day.  I was going to go into work and deal with it even though I had lost my voice for a few days, but then Monday evening when I picked up Bobo from daycare he had a raging fever which lasted all night, so home we stayed.  We slept most of the day, but managed to watch "Feel Better Little Bear" for a while in between pancakes and drinking fluids.  In one of the episodes Father Bear recites this poem and Little Bear acts it out, I wanted to share it.

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