John is upstairs in his bed "crying-it-out." The poor guy must be so conflicted. Sometimes he has to cry it out, sometimes he just gets to eat. I am having one of those, he's NINE months old, he needs to sleep all night days, so for now he is crying it out. (Don't feel sorry for him. He ate less than two hours ago. He just wants to snuggle, which I understand, but he also needs to learn to sleep).
So, to distract myself, I am going to share an Ada conversation.
These days a lot of our conversations revolve around Christmas because Christmas decorations are going up all over town, and every time Ada sees a new one, she exclaims, "Christmas is coming up!!"
So, after driving through the town square the other day, Ada says from the backseat of the car,
"Mom, do you know what Christmas means?"
Well, I immediately imagined all the clever things she might say--all about Jesus' birthday, and I was thrilled to hear her little heart, so I said,
"What, Ada? What does it mean?"
Ada's response-- "It's a holiday where you go to school and get something. Like a treat or a cookie or something."
Wow...not what I had in mind. I assume that she saw a Christmas episode of one of her favorite cartoons. Caillou, perhaps?
I then proceeded to share with her what I think Christmas means, including Jesus' birth. At that point Ada began to ask questions like, did Mary go to a hospital, etc. etc. When I explained that no, Jesus was born in a barn, and he didn't have a bed, Ada said, "Oh yeah, Mary put him in a nest!!" Can't you just see a drawing of Jesus' manger--it does look like a nest, right?
Anyway, John has now stopped crying. Why, you ask. Because I fed him. I'm absolutely wrapped around his little finger.