Matt and I spent Christmas at my parent's house this year. I was excited over seeing how Sarah will respond to Christmas now that she's much more animated and active than she was last year when she was only six months old.
Turns out Sarah was more horrified than anything else. Up until Christmas morning she was all into the pretty ornaments and presents. She would look at the gifts, stack them, admire them, rearrange them under the tree. And all of her presents were wrapped in Winnie the Pooh paper, whom she adores.
Imagine what went through her head when her mother of all people tried to make her rip all of those wonderful happy smiling Pooh bears into shreads. And because she refused to destroy Pooh, her mother ripped him up by herself only to reveal dull brown boxes full of clothes. There was much crying and wailing on Christmas morn'.
I discreetly opened my gifts while Sarah wasn't looking. (But once she caught me in mid-rip, so I had to quickly hide my mangled gift and comfort her for a while.) I was happy to find that I received several items off of my wish list. And Matt gave me the Pocket PC that I was obsessing over at Circut City. But one of my favorite unexpected gifts of the season was a small watercolor painting. Matt saw my reaction when I opened it and he asked, "How did she know to give that to you?"
He didn't seem to like my answer when I told him, "You just know." He's the kind of guy who buys gift certificates for all of his friends and hounds me to tell him what I want. And even though I pretty much know what he bought me, he still chases me out of the room when he wraps my presents.
I guess he wants to surprise me with the perfect gift, but doesn't quite know how.
Posted by jennifer at December 27, 2002 02:07 AM