Christmas was wonderful and now I'm ready for a long winters nap, healthy food, simplicity, and a return to my beloved routine. The pictures are here.
Here's a story that's not about Christmas at all. We've been trying to teach our four year old about telling the truth. About a month ago, Derek told him that his nose would grow long like Pinocchio's if he told lies. If only we had known then what problems this would cause. Poor Trent, he really believed Derek and no matter what we said, he was still scared of his nose growing long (he's also been checking out everyone else's nose). Not only is it hard for him to understand that Daddy was joking about the nose thing, but he doesn't really understand what a lie is either, so even if he says something and then realizes it's just not correct, he starts hiding his nose.
I have turned around often lately to find this little guy, eyes wide and teary, nose tucked into the top of his shirt, fingers feeling his nose to make sure it hasn't grown. Long nose fears have kept him awake at night and to top it off, he watched some show about a girl getting bit on the nose by a mosquito so he has also added that to his list of things to be afraid of. We told him there are no mosquitoes in Wenatchee this time of year so now, wherever we go, he asks if we're still in Wenatchee.
So Christmas morning, we received many gifts one of which was...the gift of Trent's peace of mind about this whole thing. He was getting dressed and talking again about the nose, and again, I told him it was a make believe story that wasn't real. This time, a light bulb came on and he excitedly ran down the stairs yelling "OH! We've got to tell Daddy the truth about noses!"