My sweet boy had his heart broken today when he accidentally dropped one of his prized souvenirs, a snow globe from Jamaica, and shattered it into a million pieces. More than anyone else, he meticulously picked out each and every one of his souvenirs on our vacation, proudly displaying them when we got home. They lived on his shelf, admired every night before bed.
But today, he carefully packed them into a basket and brought them downstairs to show his friends. All was well until he picked them up to show someone, and one slipped from his hands. He immediately looked to me, and I picked him up as quickly as I could knowing his heart was breaking. He grabbed onto me, pointing towards another room ,urging me to take him away from everyone. My poor boy sobbed for what seemed like forever, so sad that this precious souvenir had been broken. After many minutes, he looked up at me and said "it will take me ten years to get another one!!!"
Oh my sweet boy. Mama is off to scour the internet in hopes of mending your sweet little heart.
As of last night, our sweet little Maeve no longer believes in Santa Claus. Sniff. She'd been very vocal about her skepticism since early December, but hesitated to outright ask us until recently. We ran out of evasive manoeuvres last night, and finally "fessed" up. I cried, but she didn't, so that must mean she was ready. She's very excited to be in on the secret though and be our big helper next year.
I really hope that Maren and Beckett believe for at least another 3 years because I'm not ready for a house of non-believers yet!