I think the holidays messed with P's head. We don't want P to feel "deprived" of the holiday season that so many enjoy, but we don't want to push (or be pushed into) extreme consumerism either. And neither of us are excited to lie to our child for the first time with that lie consisting of a fat man sneaking into our house in the middle of the night. But we both have such fond memories of the season and want it to be special for P too. So instead of a Christmas day free-for-all (we're not even Christian!) we spread the joy out a bit and celebrated the cold with Winter Solstice, the family on Christmas and then the new with New Year. Each holiday was represented with a gift or two for P and a mellow dinner with loved ones. But every day since Xmas P has asked upon awakening "What day is it today?" Monday. "There a present today?"
God bless the kid, he's an optimist. He's still asking daily, 2 weeks later, if it could, please, possibly be another holiday. Today I tried to describe the calender and tell him that the holidays for the rest of the year are pretty spread out and there aren't too many of them. He had one good question to that ridiculous idea: "Why?"
He was also confused with the concept of having to wait for a present. His gifts came UPS and he saw a couple carried upstairs. Much to his dismay, he couldn't open them. He didn't understand why, if the gift was for him, the gift was in his house, and we had scissors, we couldn't just open it right then and there. Then came the morning of Solstice. Just as he ran for his box Ethan disappeared into the bathroom for a long stint. I tried to coax P to have breakfast first and wait for Papa. This was insulting to him. So he daily presents me with presents; his bulldozer, his fire truck. Then he tells me its my birthday, sings to me and informs me I have to wait until after lunch to open it :)
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