Twas the night before Christmas, and all through our house, we are running around like chickens with our heads cut off but grinning from ear to ear.
You are so completely excited about tonight. At one point this morning, you were literally running back and forth from the living room to the kitchen singing, "Santa is coming, Santa is coming." We have been watching movies, icing cookies, making meatballs and singing Christmas carols since 7am this morning.
While you are almost off your rocker with excitement, you've been able to keep yourself in check thanks to both me keeping you busy and you being watched by Otter. Tonight is his last night with us, as he will head back to the North Pole after Santa delivers his gifts and treats. Would it be strange for a full grown Mommy adult to openly admit that I am a little bummed that the Otter fun is about to end? Strange or not, I feel a little let down that after today, I wont get to wake up to you coming down the stairs asking if I've seen Otter yet. I wont have that extra leverage when you do become a little... feisty... after today. But I know that you have had a great time with our morning Otter Searches, and it's been great to see your faith in Christmas magic grow.
These last couple of weeks with Otter have been fun, and he's been up to all sorts of mischief. Here we go!
On this morning, we woke up to a little problem. How in the world will we get up and down the stairs?!
Today is the last day I will watch over you in your house. Tonight, Santa will come, and after he delivers his gifts and fills your stocking, he will take me back to the North Pole. But don't be sad. Tomorrow is Christmas! Let's have a party! I even blew up the balloons! Have a cookie, sing a song, and let's get ready for a happy, happy day with family. You have been a pretty good boy this year; keep up the good work, and I will see you very soon! Love always, Otter.
And now it's time to take our naps and get ready for all our Christmas Eve fun. From a party at Grandma and Grandpa Brooks' house, to meatball subs at Grandma and Papa Davis' house, to stories and cookies left for Santa, we have a lot for which we need to rest up. And I can't wait.
I love you, Bear!