Someone Is A Little Excited

That someone would be M2.

She’s still awake. I keep hearing the door to her room making noise. I just tucked her in, again saying, “It’s time to stay in bed now M2, or you and I might have to stay home tomorrow.” She said, “Me stay in bed now, Mommy.”

Since she said that, I’ve seen the door move no less than four times (in less than ten minutes). At 9 she had to pee. At 9:30 she had to poop. There was the door again… And again… Sigh.

Tomorrow is Grampa’s work party. They always do this thing for employee’s kids (and apparently grandkids) where you can write a note to Santa, decorate cookies, decorate a card photo holder thingy, watch Santa fly in on a helicopter, avoid having picture taken with said Santa, < door again >, etc, etc. It’s lots of fun for the kids, and it’s kind of fun to watch them. So she’s excited about that. She’s excited because it’s P’s birthday. She’s excited because she’s only been waiting since the weekend before Thanksgiving to get a Xmas tree “right this instant” and tomorrow is finally the day.

So the girl is excited. Hoo boy, is the girl excited.