Quite a haul on Christmas Eve Eve.
The Hellcat is really feeling the Christmas spirit. She has given me no less than 25 “gifts” today, the type of thoughtful, lovingly-and-carefully-selected presents that could only be found by walking into her bedroom, randomly picking up two dozen items laying on the floor, and tossing them into a lovely snowman gift bag.
So far I have received the following:
One pair of children’s size 8 cowboy boots (“So you can ride a horse.”)
Perpetual Motion’s blue baby blanket (Everyone needs a comfort object.)
One pair of red and pink Minnie Mouse underwear (The colors are fabulous, but I usually wear the thong cut. I might see if she still has the receipt for these.)
Some sort of electronic sensory-overload ball for toddlers (I got bored with it after about 20 minutes.)
A pair of white, blue, pink, and green tennis shoes (Complete with velcro fasteners, my favorite.)
Lime green socks (These will go smashingly with the pastel-themed tennis shoes.)
A set of matching pink electronic gadgets complete with sparkly bling (Little-known fact: per government mandate, all toys marketed for little girls must be at least 50% covered in sparkly bling.)
A Cinderella tea set (I can cross that off my Christmas wish list.)
One pink snow boot (Left or right is merely a technicality to kids anyway when it comes to shoes, so I’ll be able to wear it on either foot.)
One pair of mittens (They are size incredibly-tiny, so I may have to do a bit of hand cramming.)
Two My Pretty Ponies: a sky blue foal with a stunning fuschia mane and a sunflower yellow filly with a sea foam green tail (She won’t be getting these back. I’m completely smitten with them.)
A green block (I’d been thinking about building a one-story tower.)
Ruby red slippers (The Hellcat is all about shoes! I doubt that I’ll be able to pull off Dorothy quite like she did at Halloween, but I’ll give it a shot.)
A plush miniature animal bed (Those Pretty Ponies will be perfectly pampered.)
One magic writing pad (Pen not included.)
A jar of alphabet blocks (The “Q” is missing, but it’s sort of the Pluto of letters anyway.)
A Rockies ball and a Pretty Pony? Yes!
A Colorado Rockies softball (Perfect to throw at the feet of 21-month old escapees.)
One rice bag with embroidered monkey insignia (If you are unfamiliar with the concept, rice bags are just what they sound like: sewn cloth bags filled with rice. They can be heated in the microwave and stay warm for hours. Kick Ass Wife and the kids are addicted to them.)
A baby doll (Hopefully the Hellcat was considerate enough to change her diaper first.)
Clearly, an impressive collection of gifts that would be the envy of any 36-year old man. How lucky am I?
Very lucky.
It truly is the thought that counts.
(What special gifts have you received from your kids? Why do we say a “pair” of underwear? Any ideas for what I can get Kick Ass Wife? Not that I haven’t gotten her a gift yet. I meant for next year…)
If you “like” the Some Species Eat Their Young Facebook page, you’ll be the 101 person to do so, which will make you vastly superior to whoever becomes 102. Just something to think about.
Velcro fasteners … She went big.
Merry Christmas to the Species clan!
When the Hellcat regifts, she does it right. Thanks, Stacia. Merry Christmas.
I have one of those girl’s who loves to pull out all the stops at every event. Is this a girl thing? She is my official party planner of the family. Right now, I’m wrapping gifts for other members of the family as my two 10 and 12 year old children play Christmas songs on their clarinet, flute and guitar. What a heartwarming thrill! Merry Christmas to you and your family!
Our girl will let you know the plan, that is for sure.
Merry Christmas.
So you can ride a horse…that is priceless. Until I had my daughter I had no idea it would be the thoughtful, misfigured, gummed up with glue and glitter handmade presents or her-own-toys-in-a-bag presents that would win my heart. I did cry last year when she didn’t see any presents for me under the tree and she gasped and started to cry. She suddenly dried her eyes roughly with the backs of her hands and put some of her own things that I would like in the middle of some paper and tried to wrap them up for me. No one really understood that oddly shaped ball of miscellaneous papers but I did. Worth more than any stupid piece of jewelry! She didn’t believe me when I told her I had presents underneath all of hers. I’ll never forget that. Ever.
I sure hope you’ve gotten her a gift! It’s mayhem out there in shopping-land! Get her that one thing she lingers on when she looks at it but would never say anything…hopefully it’s something that is for sale.
Merry Christmas!
That little girl of yours sounds like a sweetheart. What a terrific gift.
I’ve taken care of KAW. It’s something she wouldn’t get herself.
Merry Christmas, Dionne, to you and your family.
Q??? Really, Chase? My middle name happens to begin with “Q”. So, if you were ever in certain peril, and needed help, and thought of me…and if the only crude materials lying around were your newly acquired alphabet blocks…and you thought maybe, just maybe, you can get Aunt Bethany’s attention by spe;ling out her real name…but WAIT! You don’t have a letter Q! Curses! I guess you will just have to wave your thong high in the air to attract help!
Dear Readers,
It has been brought to my attention that my comments concerning the insignificance of the letter “Q” were inflammatory and insensitive. I needed to chose a letter to belittle and I chose “Q.” However, it was only for comedic effect. I love the letter “Q.” Some of my favorite words, such as “quick” and “quip” and “quagmire” begin with the letter “Q.” One of my all-time favorite Sesame Street episodes was sponsored by the letter “Q.” A faithful and loyal reader of this blog has a middle name beginning with the letter “Q” (Quin? Quincy? Quagmire?). In hindsight, I should have chosen “Z.”
With sincere and heartfelt remorse,
Chase
Don’t let Aunt Bethany fool you Chase. She’s been senile for years. “I pledge allegiance to the flag…”
Good point. Play ball!
I love it when my kids bring me “presents.” Little Diva is already on this path.
I’m with you on the sensory overload toddler ball. We have the same thing and I don’t think I lasted ten minutes…
All I want from my children for Christmas (and tonight) are a few nights of nonwaking kids… Please Santa?
Merry Christmas!
‘Tis the season of miracles. Hope Santa brings you eight hours of blissful sleep (even six wouldn’t be too shabby).
Hope you have a wonderful white Christmas with your family.
One time I took an ugly figuring off a shelf and wrapped it in newspaper (the comics of course) to give to my aunt. She had been sitting in the next room and had to find the tape for me, but I knew I had her fooled. When she asked me where I got such a nice present for her I said Kmart. I don’t think she believed me.
It was probably the nicest ugly thing she ever received.
Oh, shoot…I hope I still have the receipt for that Cinderella tea set I was going to send you! Maybe I can send you a red block to go with your green one…
Hope you and the gang have an amazing Christmas, Chase! I can’t wait to read about it!
Wendy
Thanks, Wendy. Merry Christmas.
I love that she gave you Perpetual Motion’s blanket. I hope PM was ok with that.
He’s kind of over his blanket. And he didn’t see her do it.
I always thought it was cute when my baby sister re-gifted from her bedroom (technically our room)- until she gave away my silver dollar collection. Still bitter 30 years later over $12.
Great blog and pic!
She didn’t regift your own collection back to you?
No, she regifted it to her “friend” up the street. Or from her class. Or someone else. Being only five, she couldn’t remember and I couldn’t get anyone to fess up to receiving stolen property.
Maybe it’ll show up on Pawn Stars.
The young Hellcat has distinguished tastes. And knows you very well, too, I gather. Awesomeness to get so many presents BEFORE Christmas. She’s very generous, for sure!