So it seems we’re headlong into the Christmas shopping period and I’m already way behind. Why can’t I be that woman who has all the Christmas shopping sorted by October and then just has to spend November and December weaving holly wreaths and hand making cards?
The Boy Wonder has this year decided absolutely that Father Christmas doesn’t exist. He’s also decided that he believes in the Big Bang Theory and Jesus was a hoax, but that’s a whole other blog post. I’m refusing to qualify the Boy Wonder’s claims until we watch the Polar Express – I’m wondering if it’s still possible to pull him back from the brink like we did last year.
It seems to be the year of the pet in our household. We already have a dog and now the Boy Wonder wants a bearded dragon – I have done a little bit of research into this and I’m thinking that keeping a reptile alive will be beyond us and our ‘pet maintenance budget’. No, we don’t really have a pet maintenance budget, we have an overdraft like normal people and that overdraft doesn’t extend to a vivarium and heating lamps and live mice or whatever these things eat.
The 5yo is being eminently sensible and bypassing all things living for Barbie dolls. I can live with this purely on the basis that they aren’t Bratz and we’ve got time to save up for her counselling for future body issues.
The 4yo is the real animal lover in the household. She’s lowered her expectations slightly – this time last month she wanted a new baby – and has fallen in love with the idea of a guinea pig. We even went looking at guinea pigs and I had to carry a sobbing 4yo out of the shop when she realised that she wasn’t getting one ‘NOW!’. I’m assured that Guinea Pigs are pretty low maintenance, but where do you keep one? She has a pretty small bedroom so that’s not really an option, and the ground floor is the dog’s domain. Can you keep a Guinea Pig outdoors all the time?
All of these issues and more were discussed at the weekend as we settled down to watch Night at The Museum. In typical 4yo fashion we made it about halfway through before she got bored and tried to return to the Christmas list question. Fixing me with a serious gaze she told me:
“It’s ok mummy I don’t want a Guinea Pig any more.”
“But, can I have a monkey please?”