We spent the weekend trimming the tree, because that is basically all Scarlette has wanted to do for weeks. Every year we buy a special ornament for her and this year she picked out a Buzz Lightyear ornament. When I asked her what she wanted for Christmas, she said “Actually I just really want a big Christmas tree for my Buzz Lightyear ornament.”
Then she insisted that we hang him on the star at the very top because “dat is where he needs to be to fly for SPACE.”
After that we made gingerbread houses. Or attempted to make gingerbread houses. I am not even ashamed to tell you that I hot-glued our gingerbread house together. I ran out of holiday cheer about the sixth time the walls fell down and was all “ROYAL ICING YOU DEFILE YOUR NAME.”
Then I started singing “JOSHUA FOUGHT THE BATTLE OF JERICHO!” and whipped out my hot glue gun and glued that thing together because it’s not like we’re going to actually eat it anyways. And then I piped icing over the edges to make it look like I am an excellent gingerbread house maker. This is what I like to call “Being Crafty.”
Crafty like a fox.
(Also, I can not concentrate on writing this post because my husband just discovered dubstep and all I can hear in the background is him watching Lindsey Stirling videos on youtube. This is hilarious.)
Anyhow, I left the chocolate chips out on the table and then later I saw Scarlette skulking past me with little chipmunk cheeks so I asked her what she was doing.
And she said “Oh, I just sneaking dese chocolate chips.”
Later she asked me if she could have some cheese dip but I said no on account of how she is dairy-free. She pushed her lower lip out, turned and walked slowly to her room while whispering “Oh man. I weally love cheese.”
A few minutes later she came waltzing into the living room wearing my new black boots and a sparkly red Santa hat. She walked right past me, grabbed a chip, dunked it in my cheese dip and in a deep, growly voice she said “Hello ma’am, Scarlette not here but Santa weally loves cheese dip!”
And that is when I realized that I am basically living in the pages of a Calvin and Hobbes book.