Addendum to Santa
Dear Santa,
Hi, I am Azul’s mom, hope you’re doing well. I am not sure what the protocol is for such a letter, but thank you for taking the time to read it.
Since mastering the skill of writing, Azul has been very concerned with getting his letter to you just right. Although my seven year-old has been writing for a couple of years, this year he’s worked diligently and produced a number of rewrites. And with each new composition there are the addition and subtraction of wants and gifts, which I’m sure you are already aware of. He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake …
He has been a good boy this year (quite frankly he was awesome), but I am concerned with some of the items on his list, they seem to be fairly extravagant this year, including things like industrial sized vending machines, drones and computers.
After much convincing (basically begging) on my part, he no longer wants a sandwich/soda vending machine for his room. Whew!
In his final letter, he settled on a new laptop computer. I reminded him that we already have two computers in the house and really don’t need one more.
Since my begging already met some success with him, I am now moving to the source to beg.
Pleeeease Santa, do not get him a computer for Christmas, laptop or otherwise!
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
Love,
Carmelina
P.S. Azul will have cookies and egg nog for you on Christmas Eve night, and carrots for your reindeer. Have a safe trip.
Buzz Kill
Since the announcement of Scott Weiland’s death, I have been listening non-stop to Stone Temple Pilots, and loud. So that means, if I’m listening, my little constant companion is listening as well. Most of the time I have been listening in the car because that is where my CD player is located. Yup, I said CD player. While caught up in the nostalgia of Crackerman and reminiscing of a time when I was younger, thinner and consistently under the influence (a.k.a. much cooler than I am now), I was reminded of the time I saw STP in concert. It was one of the best shows I have ever seen and that memory drowned me in a wave of intoxication.
Suddenly I looked up at my mini rearview mirror (you know the supplemental ones parents place on the inside of the windshield of the car in order to watch their children’s every move), and noticed my son with a sober expression on his face and his little fingers in his tiny seven year-old ears.
“Oh, I’m sorry my love.” I said while turning the music down, “Is it too loud?”
Now that we could hear each other again, our conversation got its second wind. I’m not sure what I was expecting as an answer, but obviously Azul was not in the same place I was.
Looking back at me in the pint-sized mirror with a crinkled nose, he said, “I’m just not really into Country music.”
Intergalactic Laughter
Bath time now has two new themes, the first is Lush bath bombs and the second is inappropriate conversation. I cherish them both. If you have never tried bath bombs, you should, they smell and look amazing, and are just awesome in every way. And if you have not participated in a dialogue with your child, you should try that as well, kids can be thoroughly entertaining.
This past Bath Night (this is a thing, he has them twice a week whether he needs it or not), Azul my seven year-old tried a new bomb called Intergalactic. It is cool! Before dissolved, it looks like outer space and then when dissolved in water, it turns the bath a bright blue and has glitter that makes the water looks like it has little stars floating in it.
While in the tub talking about the solar system and planets (that’s not the inappropriate part) I said to my son, “I don’t see Uranus, but I do see your penis.” (That’s when it got entertaining.) And we both laughed!
When the laughter subsided, I asked, “You know why that’s funny, right?”
And of course he did saying, “Yeah, Uranus is in the night sky, but your penis is his cousin!” I don’t care what galaxy you’re from, that’s funny! We both cracked-up again.
This is how it looks, not Uranus or his cousin, but the tub water.
Carmelina Hart 