Despite my steadfast declarations that we’ll always stay home for Christmas, some branch of my family tree manages to exploit a loophole every year. This year, my dad and stepmom were the culprits, planning a family reunion at their house this past Sunday. Given that my dad and his sister are the last remaining two of the original five children in his family and that these folks almost never get together, I decided to go.
At the last minute, due to the accident that occurred at Mr. Andi’s workplace last week, he opted (with my blessing) to stay home, so the kids and I made the 250-mile trek without him. Shortly before arriving, my dad called and suggested that we meet them at a local Mexican restaurant – my favorite back when Mr. Andi and I lived in the area (they still remember me eight-plus years later!) – rather than going straight to the house.
It seemed like a great idea at the time.
Six hours after we left our house, we finally arrived at Papa and Bebe’s. My dad carried Nathan in and set him down, not realizing he had started walking several days earlier (my dad doesn’t do email or the web, so you guys knew it before he did!) Papa was surprised and delighted when Nathan took off (his PT was right when she said he could have started a long time ago – he looks like he’s been walking for months).
The first area hit by Hurricane Nathan was the TV table that Bebe had been using (as best I could tell) to address Christmas cards. Envelopes and boxes went flying. While I was cleaning up that mess, he dove for the remotes. My heart began to beat a little faster when I realized, to my horror, that Papa and Bebe had quite a few more tchotchkes than I remembered. The path of destruction would probably have been more widespread had Nathan not spent a good deal of time just walking around saying “Ooo!…Ooo!…Ooo!…”
So many things – he wasn’t sure where to start.
This visit was our first official Christmas gift-opening occasion, so Sarah Kate was eager to head to the tree in the formal living room. The next danger zone that greeted me was a lovely nativity scene, lying on a bed of greenery on the coffee table – the perfect height for a little dude. Said nativity boasted a single candle burning behind it as a star. I could see the wheels turning in my little guy’s head.
It took me a minute to realize that the top of the coffee table was actually a glass tray that slides off. Glass AND flames – fabulous. The candle was quickly snuffed out and Bebe attempted to redirect Nathan’s attention with a gift. Predictably, he showed zero interest in unwrapping anything, and very little intrigued him about the contents of the packages once I’d unwrapped them, either.
Sarah Kate, meanwhile, was tearing through paper and boxes like her life depended on it, chattering away about the items inside (“Look, Mom!”). At least that’s what I think was happening. It’s all a bit hazy in my memory because I had spotted a collection of ceramic bells that appeared very antique-y on a shelf exactly at Nathan’s eye level and was doing my best to prevent him from noticing them, too.
All the while, Papa laughed.
As quickly as it had begun, the gift-giving was over and I grabbed a second to visit the restroom while Nathan was distracted by his new John Deere tractor. I was relieved that SOMETHING other than knick-knacks and fire had grabbed his attention. Unfortunately, the break was short-lived. When I emerged, I found myself in Phase Two of Toddler Christmas Hell.
Papa had installed batteries in Sarah Kate’s new remote control car.
Thank you, Papa.
The powder-blue bullet careened down the halls and through the kitchen, ramming into walls, doors, and furniture. Nathan may have liked the John Deere tractor when it came out of the box, but he isn’t stupid: John Deere is to Remote Control Car ~ as ~ Stuffed Animal is to Real Puppy!
Nathan chased the car all over the house – on foot, one, and/or both knees. Sarah Kate squealed whenever he got close to it, feigning concern that he’d snatch it up. We tried distracting him with limited success – the only item that held his interest at all was an old round cake pan that he had pilfered from the kitchen cabinet when I walked out of the room.
After a number of tries, he managed to swipe the car, and when he did he headed down the hall with it clutched to him like a star running back headed for the goal line.
You’d never guess that kid just learned to walk a week earlier.
And all the while, Papa laughed.
Ultimately, the RC car was put away for the night, and it was getting late, so I hauled Nathan upstairs to get him outfitted for bed. Papa helped me carry our things up, and then stood by and watched while Nathan writhed and wriggled and squirmed so much that I’m pretty sure I’d have had better luck putting footy pajamas on a greased pig.
My dad, of course, found this scene just about the most entertaining thing ever.
I triumphed in the end and we went back downstairs for a few minutes of down time before bed. It was getting chilly out, so my dad turned on the gas logs.
As you might expect, those gas logs lasted less than three minutes. But never fear – we didn’t need an actual flame for the boy to be entertained by the fireplace – the tiny rocks in the bottom were enticing enough in their own right.
And all the while, Papa laughed.
So, in the spirit of the holiday season, I’m going to offer you a couple of pseudo-wise thoughts – takeaways from the weekend, if you will. Christmas is still five days away, and, should you now or sometime in the future have a rambunctious toddler, I urge you to keep the following two things in mind:
- Cake pans are way more fun than real toys. Bonus: they don’t require batteries and are impossible to break. You might be in trouble, however, if Bebe needs them to bake cinnamon rolls in the morning.
- Grandparents should come to YOUR house for the holidays when you have a toddler, as I’m pretty sure there’s a fine line between thinking it’s cute that Papa laughs at everything his only grandson does and wanting to smother that laugh with a pillow while he’s sleeping.
K80K says
Hmmm how many days lead do we have on you to toddler proof Mickey Manor? lol
Kelley says
I am sure to you it wasn’t funny at this time, but this is the funniest story and I could hardly stop laughing as I was reading only because been there done that with my baby girl. Sounds actually what I went through at Thanksgiving. My Mom tried her best to Lacey proof the house before we got there, but let’s just say she is smarter than us. It was the longest 24 hours of our lives. It was nice to visit and see family but it was so very exhausting to chase after her and worry what she may get into and break. THere are no limits to Hurricane Lacey. She can destroy a room in 5 seconds.
Niffercoo says
I really needed some cheering up today, Andi, and look what popped into my email box?? I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time! It’s been too long since I’ve had toddlers at Christmas! And I can just picture Papa laughing with delight! Awesome! Try to enjoy the chaos! 🙂
Chris Dickie says
OMG Andi!! I needed that laugh today!!!
Lisa Lilienthal says
I totally agree — Christmas needs to be at the toddler’s house for everybody’s (especially the Mama’s) sanity! What a fun surprise, though, for your parents to see him cruising around.
Ann Marie says
I just love Nathan’s zest for life! I remember those toddler days and I am tired just thinking about them!
Love your writing!
Marcy says
Oh, so funny! I am laughing out loud at this! We took our 3 boys (2 and under) to my parents house for Thanksgiving…well, all I can tell you about that is that they are coming to OUR house for Christmas. 🙂
Merry Christmas!
Sonya M says
HAHAHAH!!! I feel for you, but it does make a great story. Sharing this of course. Have a very Merry Christmas!!
PS – we are staying home and my parents got her tonight (yipee) Sandi is coming tomorrow!! We do not leave on Christmas:)
Leigh Ann says
I read this to April and we both were laughing SO hard! I can only imagine! Our house is “Nathan” proof…..you are more than welcome to visit us any time 😉