For the record, no matter what his other flaws might be, I married an intelligent man.
When faced with a choice between music that apparently the majority of people in the car on the way to Grandma's house felt was the best of all possible worlds, what with its steady thumping beats, electric guitar riffs, and rock-style vocals..... and a wife on the verge of break-down tears because not a single one of them wants to sing Christmas carols with her anymore, let alone hear them playing in the car on the stereo, thus sucking all the Christmas magic out of my season.......
He changed the radio station. And told the boys to sit back and shut up if they couldn't bring themselves to sing along. And dammit, Sports Mama, you wanted this Christmas music so here it is.... get singing!
Winter Wonderland took on a whole new meaning.
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I have not gotten to sleep in past 6 am on Christmas morning. EVER.
For the first 8 years or so, it was because I was too excited to sleep any longer.
For the next 10 years it was because I had younger brothers that were too excited to sleep any longer.
For the 14 years since then, its because I have had children who won't sleep any longer.
I find myself impatient for the year when both my boys sleep in before they get everyone up to open gifts. And then I get a bit melancholy, because that will be the year I no longer have little boys, but instead have young men.
However, I think that might be a decent trade off for an extra three hours of sleep.
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Root beer floats.
Super yummy. Super creamy. Super foamy. I love these! They are the best things ever invented to do with a can of root beer and a scoop (or three!) of vanilla ice cream.
Nothing has the power to make a little girl smile quite like trying to suck ice cream through a straw, and the taste of ice-creamy root beer.
And my brother-in-law has made this perfect treat every night for the last couple of nights for my six year old nieces. Are they lucky, or what?
All I can say is Coach is part of a fantastic gene pool.
I have tremendous hope for the future of my boys as husbands and fathers.
9 comments:
Aww, I love that he changed the station for you. Paul would never in a million years do that. When it comes to music he is that rebellious teenage boy who loves metal, hates country and pretty much everything else, and isn't about to voluntarily listen to it.
I have yet to have my kids sleep in on Christmas morning. Well, not to a late hour. So far the record is like 7:22 a.m. LOL!
Merry Christmas. I'm glad you got your carols! What a great guy and a wonderful example to your boys.
Love the music too and I hear you on the sleep. Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
I'm sure your singing was exactly what they needed to get in the spirit of Christmas!
Tears always work with my husband too. "Do what your mother says!" The kids always do after he he says that.
I guarantee there was no holiday music on the way home from Grandma's house. Take what you can get I guess.
Have a Merry!
Yum, root beer floats! Merry Christmas to you and the family!
Sue, he does nice things like that a lot more than I give him credit for, actually. :) And we tell the boys that they aren't allowed to wake us up before 7 am. :)
Amy, I was too! And yeah, even though he doesn't see it, he IS a great example to them!
Shellie and BB's Mom, Merry Christmas to you as well!
Kidzmama, the funny thing is that they LOVE it when I sing, and will almost always stop and listen to me no matter what it is I'm singing. And Bug usually sings along, too! And yes, there WERE carols on the way home... it was late enough that all three of them fell asleep, and since I was driving I put the radio on the station I wanted! ;)
Karen, Merry Christmas back to you and yours!
Merry Christmas. I'm so with you on the hubby & music front. I live for the month when XM throws out three channels of all Christmas all the time. Husband hears one song & pronounces Christmas ruined. Ass.
I join you on the 6am Christmas. This year it was for the love of the 2.5 year old. And, the delight? Was enough for the lack of sleep.
Yum. I'm coming over. I dig root beer floats.
Okay, he is definitely a keeper! What a sweetheart!!!
Hope the rest of your Christmas had such a positive spin :-) Thanks for letting us share your family stories.
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