The kids are having a tough time recovering from vacation. Leon especially is struggling with returning to "normal" life and there are lots of tears and angry moments. However, there are moments when it is okay that our adventures are so fresh in their minds.
Last Saturday we went to the mall so the kids could see the holiday decorations. The trip was, for the most part, a disaster. Everything was WRONG. Even Ree was upset about everything. I've blocked most of it out now, but she even had a meltdown when I wouldn't buy her a toy, not that we ever buy random toys. I think part of the problem was that the kids were so excited about the prospect of eating lunch at the mall that they barely ate breakfast, and so they were starving. But we survived, and we ate a disturbing quantity of chicken and shrimp teriyaki with vegetables, and we did (sorta) enjoy watching Natalia climb in the play area. Little monkey girl has no fear! She happily climbed a little slide over and over and over.
As we were leaving the mall, the kids spotted Santa. We have been reading lots of Christmas books, so they are well aware that you can go sit on Santa's lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. I realized we have never taken them to see Santa (I know. Bad parents! We need our token picture of crying kids with Santa!) and was not opposed to doing it. However, the line was really long, and I was hoping to avoid it. Thankfully, the kids spied the line and one of them (probably Michael) asked what the line was. And when I explained it, I know it was Michael that asked what it meant to wait your turn to see Santa. So I asked if they remembered what it was like to wait in line to see Mickey. All three big kids collectively said, "Ohhhh," and then just kept on walking.
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