Tonight, at her insistance, I helped Larua make a letter to Santa Clause. It's not even Halloween yet and she's got it in her sights. Probably because she saw one of her presents I had not hidden very well. I told her Santa had asked me to send it to him, it was in a box. I'm glad she's only four and believed me. It's amazing how innocent they are. Anyway, tonight we pulled a piece of lavender paper with cupcakes on it off of my fridge list pad and made what I'm sure is one of many, christmas lists. Perhaps she's inherited my love of lists. She would draw these cute, tiny little preschooler doodles of her wishes and I wrote what they were next to them. A pink barbie dress, a yoyo that she saw at the zoo an entire year ago, a violin and a guitar(I suttely hinted to that one, she is getting a violin and I wanted to make sure it was on her list:), a rocking horse like the one at Grandma Rosey's, and a toy sew machine (I was in the middle of sewing her trick or treat bag). She made an envelope for it, and after remaking the list because the original got lost already, Laura got her and Eden ready with coats and flipflops on, grabbed daddy's flashlight because the sun was going down, and dragged me outside to find Santa's mailbox! I steered them towards our box down the street and made the incredible discovery that our mailbox had magically become Santa's! So her letter is mailed, I hope Santa gets it before Christmas:)
Today while Eden, Ryan and I were on our way to the fabric store I looked back and saw Eden sticking her finger in her ear. I asked if she was ok and in a rather confused voice she said she had 'nicey' in her ear. In our family we call vaseline 'nicey', we use it in place of diaper rash creme; the term originated from when my sister Sarah was a toddler:) I asked if it was yellow and explained that it was ear wax. Her reply, "Mommy I like ear wax!"
Ryan's starting to smile more and more. I love it, it's like a wonderful reward for the last year's trials and tears. Thank heavens for little baby smiles. It even makes up for today: I was holding him and talking to a friend when all of a sudden I felt something warm and wet go straight down my cleavage. Yep, he's the spit-up king, and I love him.