It was the first year Trent and I each took him shopping for the other parent and he actually had solid input on the subject. When I took him out, he really wanted to get Daddy "a real cowboy hat." Now, we do live in Colorado, and I'm sure with some planning I could have found an authentic 10-gallon hat. However, I talked him out of it. Next on the list was "a tie with our house on it." (Trent went ballistic with a full choreographed light show on the house this year.) We did manage to find a Christmas tie that reminded him of our house, so that worked out. Also a Santa tie, a cotton-candy-flavored lollipop, and a blue (Trent's favorite color) clock for Daddy's workshop. So cute.
From what I understand, the boys' shopping trip went something like this.
C: I want to get mommy roses. (Trent explained that they'd have to wait until Christmas Eve, then.)
At the floral shop:
C: I need roses for my mommy -- red roses. That's what she really likes. (I'm not sure how he knew that, but he's right, they are my favorite.)
Salesperson: How many roses?
C: Lots!
T: How about a dozen?
C: A dozen red roses for my mommy, please. (Then he paid "all by himself" with Trent's credit card.)
Apparently, the salesperson thought he was so cute that she cut him a discount. :) I almost melted when he came scampering in the door with them and Trent told me the story.
On Christmas Eve, I was up all night with him because of growing pains, massaging his legs/feet and drying his tears. At about 3:30 a.m., I was not very amused anymore. In addition to being 7 months pregnant, the night shift was a bit much. As I was tucking him in for the third time that night, he hugged me and said, "Momma, this is what Christmas is all about: being together and love." Aw. How could I be annoyed at that? I went back to bed shaking my head and laughing a little bit to myself.
