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Post by islermarenic on Dec 26, 2009 0:05:42 GMT -5
This is my first post, so please bear with me. It is almost 11 pm my time and I am thinking my Christmas that I remember the most. That one day that shines above the rest. You know exactly what I am talking about. What was that day to you?
I had mine two years ago as I watched my children, now 10 and 5. They have Christmas where everything went perfect and didn't feel the best. That Christmas, everything went wrong that could go wrong. My daughter decided the turkey would taste better with a crayon cooked in it. Even after that, it was the best. Why? Because even though everything was a mess and went wrong, we were together laughing.
Merry Christmas everyone with much hugs and love.
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Post by Quettalee on Dec 27, 2009 16:20:52 GMT -5
So happy to have you posting again, islermarenic, and starting threads! I went ahead and moved it to here because I completely missed it yesterday!
Thank you for the warm holiday wishes. A crayon in the turkey? That's one recipe that I haven't tried? You didn't mention her motivation. Was she three at the time and had she seen you stuffing the bird? I assume she reasoned, "like mother, like daughter"!
I don't really remember too many Christmases. We were so poor when I was growing up, but there always seemed to be gifts to open. Not always what I wanted, but I never asked for anything because I knew it was a struggle for my mom. I did, however, one year ask for a cassette player when I was in grade school. I promised that if I could have one, I would never accept any more Christmas or birthday gifts as long as I was at home. I picked out what I thought was my player under the tree and kept a close eye on it until Christmas Eve when we always got to open one gift. My mom has a picture of me as the look of excited anticipation turned to sad disappointment as I unwrapped a mini sewing machine! WTF? A sewing machine? I was a tomboy. I think that has been the biggest disappointment in my mom's life; that I never embraced her love of sewing (I can barely sew on a button).
Anyhoo, I tried to play it off and act like I was appreciative. Mom let me suffer throughout the rest of the night and Christmas morning I got my cassette player. I guess that was the most memorable Christmas.
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Post by islermarenic on Dec 29, 2009 18:49:28 GMT -5
LOL, thank you for moving it. I had no earthly idea where it was suppose to go!
As for Erin's age, she was actually four. I didn't go back far enough on the years. lol Motivation for her at that age was just to see what would happen. She would think through everything for a few seconds and shrug away what could happen. Case in point. When she was five, Erin wanted to see what would happen with a fork in a plug in. Never mind the fact that I told her several times. Finally I just stood back and watched. Erin didn't do that again needless to say.
Oh, I so know what you mean. I wanted the train set. All year I begged my mom for one. I am one of five kids. We didn't get much, but there was always that toy that they tried to get if they could. Christmas morning came, my brother got the train, I got barbie. I remind her of that every year. lol
I am so very glad you got your cassette player.
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Post by fallenangel on Dec 29, 2009 21:05:34 GMT -5
Like Q I don't remember too many Christmases. But I do remember my mother telling me if I wasn't a good girl , Santa would bring me a baby doll. I was a tomboy and followed my brother everywhere. Needless to say apparently Santa thought I wasn't good because I received that doll. The next day I snuck down to the river and threw it in.  |
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Post by Quettalee on Dec 31, 2009 23:32:08 GMT -5
 Omg, angel! That is too funny. I hated the dolls, too, although I did embrace the Barbies. I had three, I think...and one Ken doll...a plastic "house" and some plastic furniture. Of course, they were of the era when the legs didn't bend at the knees, so they all had to sit on that plastic furniture with their legs sticking straight out. Lol.
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