Tales of Li'l Foot

Okay so now that NaBloPoMo is over why does it feel like I have nothing to say.  I think I’m tapped out.  I should have a million things to talk about but I don’t.  I thought of things yesterday as we were out and about that I could talk about but now I can’t remember a single one.  **sigh**Okay wait, maybe I can rustle up something.Oh yeah…yesterday? At Stew Leonard’s?  Okay so my sister LadyBug wanted to go pick out a Christmas tree.  We spent all of point 5 seconds doing that since hey, it was cold and my niece was having a fit because she was soooooo cold…so was I and I was about to have a fit too so I don’t blame the poor little thing.So we find a tree, get it in my sister’s car and then venture into Stew’s to get a cake for my mom’s and niece’s birthday which we were celebrating last night. Indian food…yummmm!  So we enter the front door of Stew’s and there’s…guess who? That’s right…Santa Claus.  So we stand by and wait for the family ahead of us to have their time with Santa and then we would let my niece and nephew have their turn.When we first pulled up behind this family it was the father, the mother and their maybe 5 or 6 year old son. First thing I notice is that the father leaned into Santa’s right ear to whisper sweet nothings his wishes in Santa’s ear.  No doubt it was something the mom and dad wanted Santa to know about their son so that Santa could “get through” to the little boy.  Santa asks the little boy what he wants for Christmas.  The little boy responds with a couple things I guess.  The only thing I remember is he wanted Lego’s but reminded Santa that Lego’s a so easily lost and Santa agreed.Next thing I know, Santa is reading this little boy the riot act about how the little needs to stay in his bed at night.  He needs to stay in his bed because otherwise Santa won’t come to his house on Christmas night. And he needs to stay in his bed at night and not go in his mommy and daddy’s bedroom/bed at night.  And hey kid, why don’t you start now and practice for Christmas night, how would that be?As this all transpired I realized what daddy leaned in to tell Santa Claus when their visit first began.  I can only imagine the dad was all, “Dude, Santa? I need a little somethin, somethin can ya ask the kid to stay in his own bed so daddy can get a piece of mommy’s tushy?”  Okay I’m sure he didn’t say that to Santa, but it’d been funny if he did, right?  I am sure however that daddy dropped the hint to Santa to ask his little boy to stay in bed.  I’ll have to remember this tactic for when Li’l Foot gets older and picks up some bad habit or another.P.S. We’ve run the dishwasher twice this weekend and OMG it’s bliss!!! LOVE!!!P.P.S. How cool is this that it’s the weekend and I’m blogging from home? Woot!!!