When your children are sick for a week, this seems to put everything off kilter for the same amount of time - if not more. I wish I had more to report on what I did during this blogging break, but really - nothing much of interest. Christmas cards are sent, educational requirements for my CPA license completed, bills are paid, some stuff completed for the Big Idea (which is going AWESOME, BTW), some Christmas shopping endured, various paperwork has been completed, slow progress on Anjali's blanket has been made, a book was read (Jenny McCarthy's book Louder Than Words about her son's autism. It was okay. A little dramatic, but that is McCarthy's usual style of writing. I did find her connections with food and diet fascinating - I wholeheartedly believe there is a connection/solution there. Her experiences only confirmed that for me. The part that broke my heart the most is that she is able to do all these special therapies with her son that normal folks simply cannot afford.) and I began another book (Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics which is absolutely stunning, compelling and beautiful thus far!) Anyway.....
For whatever reason, whenever I mention Santa, Arun immediately pipes up with the word "trumpet". I do not know if they have one at preschool or if it is something he has picked up from Jack's Big Music Show, but the kid is associating Santa and trumpets for whatever reason. Lucky for him, I finally found one. Who knew that such a simple kid toy would be so fucking hard to find? I searched everywhere - Restoration Hardware, ToysRUs, Walmart, Target, and online..... I found one at the Toy Store in downtown Lawrence.
So, yes. We are going to do Santa with our kids. X thinks it is silly since in India, Christmas is actually about a Mass for Christ (for reals? Who woulda thunk?) However, I suspect when he sees how much fun the kids have with Believing, he will be on board with the white-bearded geezer. I will admit, I am still not sure how I will answer the inevitable questioning of the veracity of Santa from my kids. I do not remember the exact moment when I found out Santa was a fraud, so I must not have been too broken-hearted (or perhaps, I have merely repressed the trauma?) Regardless, I still found him a lovable old coot, even if he was a figment of my imagination. Besides, the concept of Santa is fun, so what is the harm?? We will not go overboard with the "naughty or nice" theme and Santa will only bring a toy or two, not the entire Yuletide Bounty. I do not see that this is a big deal.
Anyway.....in other spaces, I have posted at the FoodieBytes blog about the "one and only one" Christmas food you would choose. We are getting some really cool mentions out in the Blue Nowhere so I talk about that as well. At the BoobLog, I am talking about how useless baby cereal was for us and how I do not see myself going that route much with Anjali. Bring on the lentil soup!