I am so proud.
Maybe it’s the joy he gets from making me happy. Maybe it’s the threat of no presents for Christmas if he’s naughty. Maybe it’s a rare sun/moon/star alignment resulting in temporary personality alterations.
My son has spent the last hour organizing his toys.
I’m talking “separating out the trio block from the Legos from the Megablocks” type of organizing. A “put the Mr. Potato Head pieces on or in Mr. P” and “all my trains go in the same container” thoroughness that is rarely heard of for my almost-five-year-old.
In addition, he selects certain toys for The Bin Of Stuff to Go Away to make room for Christmas presents.
It isn’t as full as I’d like, but it’s progress.
I might have to reward him with Gingerbread House building tonight, even though I planned to pre-pack snowpants and boots for our “how the heck is it almost time for our vacation” trip.
Wasn’t it just Halloween?
And where did all of my non-Pixar/Disney/cartoon related wrapping paper disappear to?
Does anyone else feel like Christmas approaches in stealth mode this year?