Thursday, December 29, 2016

Mr. Man wanting to be an adult

Oh little man.  You needed the TV rotated and I didn't want to get up.Here is the story:

 Next thing I know he has the remote in his hand, standing on an ottoman trying to push it...its just he still couldn't quite reach. He hunches his shoulders, sighs a big sigh and says, "ohhhh I wish I was an adult." I shall document this moment forever and remind him of it when he actually is adulting and learns the lesson beware of what you wish for!


That same day, you were playing on a work bench Grandma and Grandpa Smith got you.  Your dad told you to get the instructions and build something, and your replied,
"Nah, I don't need the instructions!"
Spoken like a Baskall!!! hahahaha

Okay, and finally, I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but you have this craziness around shoes. You hate them being tight at all and when you break in a pair to the point they are in shambles...it is only then do they become you're favorite pair.
You don't need this, but Grandpa Baskall had an old pair of tennis shoes.  The holes in the front became so bad at one point, his entire foot hung out the front.  Now, he had a perfectly good pair (or two) of new shoes in the closet, but he refused to retire them.  At Grandma Baskall's nagging, he did put duct tape around the front for awhile until finally succumbing and putting on his new pair of shoes.

Jace....sweetie...this is soooo you!  LOL  Oh my gosh and do I love you for it.

Okay, finally, last one.  You are four this year and you found the play guitar and have been trying to strum it.  I decided to show you a video of Daddy playing bass in his band.  You are absolutely hooked!!  You were bopping up and down and banging on the desk...playing pretend piano..the whole bit.  

You're Grandma Smith told us to be careful of what we showed you or you might repeat the path of your father.  That's okay.  Music in your blood Jace.  Grandpa Baskall came from a family of self taught musicians and daddy of course was a professional. Whatever you do..you are so destined for big things, I just know it.  Promise me though, always be my little boy? I love you son.
Mommy

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Magic dances in your eyes: The Santa Train

We've been taking you to a Santa Train since you were 1 1/2 years.  You have ADORED trains since you were little, starting from when you could only crawl and watch Daddy's Lionel train.


Oh my gosh, you are so adorable.

Anyway, your first Santa Train was down at the Royal Gorge and truly was like the Polar Express.  It was the best Santa Train, but it was also really pricey.  

The next couple years we switched it up and went to the Georgetown Railroad Train.  

This year, has been a little rough.  I decided we would skip the train this year.  We could take you to see Santa at the mall.  It would be fine.

One day, you asked me when we were going on the Santa Train.  I told you we weren't going to go this year.  Your face fell and you said, "But mom.  How will Santa know what I want?"  You seemed distressed.

I started thinking. You will not believe in Santa for much longer.  The time for Christmas magic is now.  The time we have a childlike innocence is so short, and seems to be getting shorter these days.  As parents, we can experience the magic of Childhood again through our children.  The time is NOW.  

 I booked the tickets.  To you, Christmas and Santa begins with a train, and so it will stay until the day you know the truth.  I only get a short time longer to experience this magic again, and it didn't disappoint.

Your eyes were wide when we the train took off.  You loudly called "Chugga Chugga CHOO CHOO!!"  You stared out the window enamored by the experience. Your eyes literally danced when you talked to Santa.  

You gave him a hug

And in this moment, I felt it.  The magic of Christmas; and I was SO glad I decided to take the kids and go.  How much longer will Jace feel this? I don't know. It's hard to say, so for now though, I will enjoy it.  I will smile, take pictures, and enjoy the magic of Santa through a four year old's eyes.