Preview for the Grandparents
So, last year I was accused of taking a minimalist approach to my son’s birthday. I think I’ve made up for it this year. I do think that I went overboard, especially because these are not the only presents, but this is likely his last year as an “only,” and he really doesn’t get that many “things.” You know that thought that adopted kids should not be showered with gifts? I really lived that the first year. I guess I think that phase is over. The best part is that I got the trike, which I believe is the best. trike. ever., off of my mom’s group for less than 25% of what it was priced at TRUs. We have over 3000 members or something insane here in SF and everyday we get tons of notices of things for sale. This beauty was actually something I had considered before I got the train, but I figured I’d wait until Christmas. A single mom was selling it, new in the box, because (get this) she didn’t want the hassle of putting it together. Ha – guess she should get a nanny. AND it only took me 30 minutes. Love it.
BTW, you should see what Nanny Norma did to Oscar’s room. So adorable. Oscar definitely knows something is happening tomorrow. We’ll Skype you in the morning, Grandma and Grandpa.
Also love the gift ideas – I almost bought the basketball hoop, but was worried he’d be too young. Now I’m bummed; also sad about the hat and the D*plos. Oscar so would’ve looked adorable in the hat, and I really want him to be into building things, but alas he’s a destroyer at this phase. Ended up getting some “educational” toys, which frankly we need around here. Bonus is that now everything I buy like this gets to be used again!
Crushed
After yesterday’s disappointment (and I can explain that later), I was really looking forward to tomorrow. Oscar turns two and we have a day of fun planned, including giving him his big present. The train. My plan was to stay up as late tonight as I needed to finish assembling it and then get up early to unveil it. He loves trains. He’s obsessed with the one at the zoo, and pulling him away from the one at the children’s museum is next to impossible. So, imagine my delight this morning when I was getting ready for work and heard him scurrying down the hall to the family room, with Nanny Norma behind him saying “Oscar train! Choo choo!” Huh? I walk out to see him headed into the family room, where the train is fully assembled. He walks in, all nonchalant, like no big deal, I played with this all day yesterday. It’s just my train. Norma tells me that since I’ve been so busy at work she went ahead and put it together. So sweet of her – truly. But I was absolutely devastated. I really wanted to see his face when he saw the train. Apparently he loved it; he spent hours with it yesterday, which somehow made me feel worse. I know she thought that it wasn’t a surprise since I had opened the box to assemble the table part of the gift; she didn’t know that Oscar had not seen the box or the contents. Now I need to go to the toy store to buy new gifts because of course she thought I was giving him a bunch of things. Of course I was giving him a bizillion dollar train set, which is now old news.
Any emergency gift ideas?
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