Baby Fish

I asked Madeline while we were making lunch today if she had any ideas for names for the new baby. She replied, "She will be a girl and I will name her Ariel".

I asked what names she likes for a baby boy (I really feel like it's a boy, but I thought Madeline was a boy, so what do I know?). She usually refuses to discuss anything regarding the possibility that the baby is a boy, but today she indulged me with this answer, "Fish. Yellow Fish. That could be his name".

Letter to Santa

Madeline and I are in Logan this week working on some sewing projects for Christmas with my mom. One of the many perks of spending time here is that Madeline goes right up to see my mom when she wakes up and I can stay in bed a little longer. Early this morning they found a "Letters to Santa" form in the newspaper. Madeline dictated her little letter to my mom. This is what she said:

Dear Santa,

I am a good girl. I would like pots and pans and a stove and a kitchen and a apron for Christmas. I like to cut. I like to tell stories. I like to be Cinderella I like to color with crayons. I like my coloring books. I will not cry anymore at bedtime and I like my moon to sleep. I like my dresses and my glass slippers.

Madeline

The letter will go in the mail today to ensure that Santa will know just what to bring.

Santa Scare

This week has been a week of Christmas parties for us. It began with our ward Christmas party on Tuesday night. I knew a "certain" visitor would be there, so we spent the day preparing Madeline for the big night. We've actually never stayed at any of our past Christmas parties long enough to see Santa, so this was all new for little Madeline. We talked about how the children sit on Santa's lap and tell him what they want for Christmas. She had her list down. She was ready.

The evening began with dinner, of which she refused all but the cinnamon rolls and Christmas candy. Dinner was followed by a short program. At the end of the program all of the primary children stood in front of the stage to sing a few songs. Madeline's eyes got wide, and she asked, "Mommy, can I please go sing with the other children. I really, really want to". So, up she went. She looked adorable up there looking at the other kids, and not singing a word. She's so exited to grow up. Little does she know that she'll have to spend another whole year in nursery. She happened to be standing next to the dessert table during the little serenade, and every few seconds would reach up to try and steal a morsel, only to be met by "No, Madeline" whispers from her mean parents.

She ran back to our table, and Santa made his big appearance. Her face fell in fear, and she refused to look at him as he walked across the gym to his special chair. There wasn't a chance she was going to sit on his lap. We were able to get close enough to watch Santa without a major meltdown. I saw that Santa was handing out a pretty big bag of candy to each child who sat on his lap. I tried to entice Madeline with the big bag of candy, but she just replied, "No, I don't want any candy today. Not today, Mommy".

On the way home we talked about how Santa was going to know what to get her for Christmas. She said, "That's ok. I don't need any presents from Santa". She really thought he wouldn't bring her anything, and would rather that than sit on his lap! So, we've settled on writing him a letter with her list.