Naptime Blog

My sons are still a bit young to really ask for particular toys for Christmas, but that doesn’t stop them from giving us clues as to what they’d like.

We just watch them in their day to day lives. My oldest son was in his playroom playing with his beloved train table when my husband caught this scene on camera. He found the yearbook that came with his Thomas & Friends Wooden Railway set and was “reading” it carefully, softly touching one train after another. He’d stop and smile then turn the page. It actually brought tears to my eyes. He doesn’t really speak very much and has a hard time communicating. His Early Childhood Intervention (ECI) specialist has us working on communicating through pictures. He sat there for about an hour just admiring all of the beautiful trains. Guess what he’s getting for Christmas?

Growing up in a very small town, we didn’t have big box stores or huge toy stores. We also didn’t have the internet or cell phones or any high tech way of finding out about the “big” toys of the year (I was born in the 70s). What we did have, and I miss, are the big Christmas wish books and catalogs.

These catalogs were HUGE and many times doubled as impromptu booster chairs for toddlers at Christmas dinner. Do you remember them? My sisters and I would fight over these humongous catalogs filled with everything we could ever want or need as they arrived in the mail. We’d painstakingly pour over them, folding over pages, circling our favorite toys with markers and crayons and ripping pages out to post on the refrigerator door. We’d make a list and check it twice and keep adding to it right up until Santa landed on the roof.
Of course, we didn’t realize that our mother was Santa’s helper and we needed to get our orders in early. In those days, especially way out in the country where we lived, there was no expedited shipping. My mother would order our toys and then go to the local catalog pickup location and get our goodies. The employees would call when our presents were in and I remember that, a lot of the time, toys would be back-ordered. That would send my mom scrambling to the local Bill’s Dollar Store to find a suitable replacement.

One of my most memorable toys from childhood was a Michael Jackson Record Player that I received in the early 80s. It was the big toy in one of the Christmas catalogs that year and I really wanted one. I remember it clearly… I loved that it was portable. I played both sides of my Michael Jackson record over and over (yes I only had one). My sister also received this record player that year, because the company sent two.

What is your most memorable toy from childhood? Do you remember these huge wish books?
Most importantly though, I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and a wonderful new year from my family to yours!

Shannon
Potamus Prefers
http://www.potamusprefers.com/

New Year’s Eve is a time of year that people celebrate. As a young adult, before marriage and kids, I would always dress up and go to a fun party or local event to celebrate right into the new year. Now that I have two toddlers, two dogs and a husband, my ideal New Year’s Eve is much different.

For the first couple years of my oldest son’s life, I was lucky to make it until 9 p.m. before crashing. He wasn’t a very good sleeper until he was older, so I didn’t have it in me to stay up very late. This year, I am actually looking forward to staying up and watching the ball drop. In the past, I have been lucky enough to wake up in time to see the ball drop.

I think we’ll make some snacks, chips and dips and other appetizers and cuddle on the couch. I enjoy watching everyone bundled up in Times Square as the countdown begins. I think my boys are old enough now that they’ll get a kick out watching the ball drop and seeing the sights and sounds. Usually, some neighbors shoot off fireworks in the neighborhood as well.

What are your New Year’s Eve traditions? What will you do this year?
And, most importantly, can I have your favorite dip recipe?

Shannon
Potamus Prefers
http://www.potamusprefers.com/