Eric, Lindsay and Rylie

Eric, Lindsay and Rylie

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Who is Santa...I want to go see Bambi!

Friday night we put Rylie to bed and told her that in the morning we would go see Santa and Bambi. That was not the thing to say. She went to bed great, but the next day all she could talk about was going to see Bambi. We had to wait about 45 minutes to see Santa, which she did a good job and sat on his lap. She didn't cry, but getting her to smile was a bit hard.

They also had a fire truck that you could get your picture by, the fireman asked Rylie what grade she was in...we replied that she was 2. She is bit big for her age, but come on, I don't think she could pass for kindergarten quite yet.

After seeing Santa we had to wait about 30 more minutes for the Reindeer (aka. Bambi) to come out. That was the high light of her day. The bad part was that so many people were trying to get around the small area that it was hard to get up to see them. I have to say many of the adults were worse than the kids. One lady was petting the Reindeer for so long, come on, there are little kids that want to do that. Anyway Rylie did get her turn and was very pleased to get to see Bambi. So on Sunday we were going to go get lunch and she runs out the door to the car to "Go See BAMBI!!!" Poor kid, Bambi is a once a year event. The good news is that our neighbor got a bunch of the light up deer for her back yard, so one of these days when she turns them on, Rylie will be so excited to see that the Bambi's that live at Target (she calls them out every time we go) now live next door. We are also thinking of getting a couple for our yard, so that she can spend the evenings watching Bambi out the window.
This afternoon we put of the Christmas decorations. Rylie was napping while we did it and when she woke up and saw her singing dog from last Christmas she was trilled. Her first words were "That is Mine!" Then she would push his paw so that he would be "Singing to me". She kept pulling Eric and I over to see him and kept telling us to "Tie it" (Try it). Then the Christmas Tree broke (mom's fault) and she got sad and gave it a hug and a kiss. Dad finally got the Tree fixed, he used screws rather than the original idea of duct tape. And Rylie got into the fun of hang the ornaments, that was until she found a couple horse ornaments, and that was the end of Rylie helping. I am pretty sure those ornaments will not end up on the tree this year, they may get to spend the season with the rest of the horses, in the basket under the TV.

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