making the magic

Oh man, these two. They are keeping me on my toes lately. They are the best of friends. Ivar begs me not to put Elsie down for a nap. He wants to be with her every moment. But then she gets in his business and he's yelling and she's screaming and I'm walking to the freezer to self-sooth with another Christmas cookie...

Yesterday I went to Target with Ivar and having him along was like shopping with a ball and chain around my ankle. A cheerful ball and chain. But a really pokey ball and chain. We had to stop at every display. He had to tell me that he "never told Santa I wanted this! But I do!" And I kept a positive self talk reel in my head about the actual joy in the season, the brilliance that is Target marketing and the fact that we are lucky to be able to afford any of this anyway.

And today he helped me wrap presents and it took hours. Because he needed me to cut every scrap of wrapping paper into microscopic pieces so that his train under the tree had scrap to haul to the scrap yard to weld a christmas tree for Gordon the train. I didn't fight it. I had seen the episode too. And it was clever. But I could have had those gifts wrapped in 30 minutes flat if I could have just thrown my actual scraps into the trash can.

It's a lot of work this whole Christmas thing. I am a bit weary already and we've only just begun! I wrote about being the magic maker a few years ago when pregnant with Elsie and I think it's a good read, and a good pep talk for pulling off all that still has to be pulled off.

So press on Magic Maker. And be sure to keep yourself fueled up on Christmas cookies.