Christmas guilt

Everytime I turn on the radio or listen to a blip of the news on TV it is always depressing to hear. Of course that is no different than any other day one would hear on the news but this time of year is especially hard. What makes it harder for me is the Christmas guilt that I am going through right now. When my presents started to fill a second closet I just thought to myself how ridiculous is this? Why am I getting more things for my kids that they dont need and other kids are going to be going without any on Christmas morning. So back to the store they are going. I held onto a few to donate to other families that need help this Christmas. But, I just had to think to myself. We are installing a train that goes around their room above their heads when they sleep at night, they are getting the VSmile Motion, and a new art set for their creativity. I have a few other small things but what more does a child need on Christmas morning other than to be with their family and develop memories of tradition and family that other families are not able to have. Is it not our responsibility as parents to mold our children into what the true value of an item is and not the commercialization of what the Jones' have next door? You just can not compete with happiness it is something that comes from inside individuals and remains there without a price.

Poor MoMo is sick today. So hubby is at home tending to his illness. I will tell you that trying to teach a two year old to puke into a bucket is extremely hard to do. Even though there was a bucket right next to him he would aim for the floor (thank goodness for hardwood!) or the couch (thank goodness for leather!). Needless to say Joel stayed home since I am only at work for one week this entire month, thanks to my civil duties to fill on being summoned to jury duty for two ridiculous weeks. Noah is turning into a lovable kid, almost too lovable. You would think he can't get enough hugs and kisses for one reason or another. I am sure it is just a stage but we are trying to embrace it with as much return as possible. I did learn that he is the kind of child that needs to be talked to and warned about upcoming changes or what we are doing that day or he is just the grumpiest little boy around. He is so much like his father it is unbelievable. Of course they do say like father like son. But, then why is Morgan so different? of course he still has time to change as well.