Christmas Cheer with out any Beer
Dec. 26th, 2007 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trickykittyCan it be sister killing time now? I would swear that she's back on drugs and we know for a fact that she's at the very least not taking her doctor-prescribed happy pills. It made for an interesting Xmas day. She decided that being awake from 9-11am was enough, griped because the older nephew didn't want to watch the Santa Claus movie that SHE wanted to watch, snapped and yelled at the baby for wanting to sit in her lap, went back to bed and didn't wake back up until 4pm bitching that no one woke her up.
For the first time I felt more like a mom to the boys than an aunt. I helped my mom put together both of their Hot Wheels sets. The older one got a T-Wrecks which comes with a motorized speed booster and a 3-foot tall T-Rex that eats cars and then spits them out when the "rescue" car comes in to save all the other cars. The baby got one that has a shark that tries to chomp down on the cars as they come down the ramp. They both took a little while to assemble and figure out how everything works and then explain it all to my nephew.
I also made two batches of cookies, both family traditions that we make just about every year. The first is called Chocolate Pixies and I got to watch as the older nephew got his hands covered in gooey chocolate when he tried to make balls from the dough. I finally decided that rather than us both making balls, I would make the balls and he would roll them in the "pixie dust" powdered sugar. That worked out well. The next batch was Chocolate Oaties which I made myself but both boys helped to package into little snack baggies. I really didn't want them separated out, but it gave the boys something to do and hopefully added to their memories of holiday baking. It was fun listening to the baby count out "1...2...5". And of course I let them lick the beaters from the mixer and laughed as they got chocolate all over their hands and faces.
The older nephew made a comment that I'm a better cook than her mommy. While such a comment makes my heart melt it also makes it break. My sister has grown up with a complex about never being as good at anything as her big sister, so I'm really glad that she wasn't around to hear it. It also makes me sad that these boys are hers and she simply doesn't know how to be a mom. She acts more like a big sister to them, and still not very well, than she does a mom who wants to give them experiences and memories.
Recapping the experience last night with some friends brought up the idea that in a way I was training them for the life path that my sister would otherwise push them down. Rolling up pixie dust and measuring everything out in little baggies just sounds odd when you think about it.
For the first time I felt more like a mom to the boys than an aunt. I helped my mom put together both of their Hot Wheels sets. The older one got a T-Wrecks which comes with a motorized speed booster and a 3-foot tall T-Rex that eats cars and then spits them out when the "rescue" car comes in to save all the other cars. The baby got one that has a shark that tries to chomp down on the cars as they come down the ramp. They both took a little while to assemble and figure out how everything works and then explain it all to my nephew.
I also made two batches of cookies, both family traditions that we make just about every year. The first is called Chocolate Pixies and I got to watch as the older nephew got his hands covered in gooey chocolate when he tried to make balls from the dough. I finally decided that rather than us both making balls, I would make the balls and he would roll them in the "pixie dust" powdered sugar. That worked out well. The next batch was Chocolate Oaties which I made myself but both boys helped to package into little snack baggies. I really didn't want them separated out, but it gave the boys something to do and hopefully added to their memories of holiday baking. It was fun listening to the baby count out "1...2...5". And of course I let them lick the beaters from the mixer and laughed as they got chocolate all over their hands and faces.
The older nephew made a comment that I'm a better cook than her mommy. While such a comment makes my heart melt it also makes it break. My sister has grown up with a complex about never being as good at anything as her big sister, so I'm really glad that she wasn't around to hear it. It also makes me sad that these boys are hers and she simply doesn't know how to be a mom. She acts more like a big sister to them, and still not very well, than she does a mom who wants to give them experiences and memories.
Recapping the experience last night with some friends brought up the idea that in a way I was training them for the life path that my sister would otherwise push them down. Rolling up pixie dust and measuring everything out in little baggies just sounds odd when you think about it.
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Date: 2007-12-30 09:33 pm (UTC)