Every day this month, Laurel has asked at least once, sometimes more frequently, “Is it Christmas, Mommy?” I keep saying over and over, “Not yet! It’s Advent.”
For some reason, my answer isn’t getting through to her 3-year-old brain.
This afternoon I wrapped all of my gifts for Laurel, Linnea and Michael while the girls were playing in their rooms. When Laurel came downstairs, I told her to look under the tree. She noticed the gifts but didn’t seem too excited. Then I explained that all the gifts in the red wrapping paper with gold stars belonged to her. Her eyes bugged out and she put the most shocked expression on her face. “For me! What did you put in them?” As if I would tell her!
I explained that the gifts would be a surprise that she would unwrap on Christmas Day. She started jumping up and down with the child-like Christmas excitement you’d expect from a 3-year-old.
Later Laurel and Linnea wrapped a gift for their daddy. They almost used all the Scotch tape in the process. When he arrived home from work, Linnea met him at the door reporting excitedly that she had wrapped a present for him and it was waiting under the tree. Laurel, not to be out-done in the reporting, said, “Yes, Daddy! We wrapped you a present! It’s pajamas!”
As you can imagine, Linnea was pretty upset with Laurel for ruining the surprise. Tears were shed. But I’m sure they both will be telling this story over and over again for Christmases to come; someday it will be funny to them.