Santa Who?

I'm afraid I may have scared Hayden for life. And if not I hope that he doesn't remember this Christmas!

I had finally gotten the time to go purchase the Millenium Falcon toy from "Santa" over my lunch. Because of the holidays and all the craziness at work, we hadn't been playing downstairs as much as we used to. So when I brought the toy (and other items for Christmas) home, I just sat the bag down on the floor next to the table in the basement (the table that used to be in our kitchen but since we purchased a new dining room table we moved the old one to it's present location with the intentions of being more crafty in the future) and promptly forgot what was in the bag.

With Christmas rapidly approaching I was trying to finish up Jason's gift while multitasking and venting/gossiping with Megan on the phone. I'm painting away, trying to cover up the pencil lines I had drawn on the foam board I was using for Jason's gift (pictures to come later) and not paying attention to Hayden when the next thing I know I hear this loud gasp and "my spaceship!"  The first words out of my mouth were "Oh crap". While still on the phone, I try and quickly lie to the poor kid, telling him there was no spaceship in the bag and that all of the items in the bag were for other people. Hayden starts crying because he wanted to play with it. The cries turned into sobs when I placed the entire bag on one of the higher shelves in the unfinished portion of the basement. Of course, Hayden's loud enough he could have scared someone clear across town and I have to explain the whole thing to Megan who is cracking up.

Hayden eventually calmed down but the kid has a memory like a steel trap. Later that evening, after his bath and getting his pajamas on, I was trying to get him to settle down in our bed so he could go to sleep. I'm in the middle of changing Tucker into his pajamas when the back door opens and Jason comes in, home from work for a few minutes to make coffee and say good night to the boys. Hayden hears the door, screams "DADDY!" and goes streaking down the hallway to the living room. From the bedroom I could hear him telling Jason that he "got a spaceship" and he really wanted to play with it. So now Jason and I are both lying, telling him that there was no spaceship in the house and that if he wanted one for Christmas he needed to be good and not naughty. This seemed to appease him and so while Jason was still home, I went back downstairs and moved the bag from the unfinished portion of the basement to the closet underneath the stairs and shut the door. It's a good thing he can't use round door knobs yet!

A few days later I went back downstairs to change out some laundry and Hayden came too. He likes to help put clothes from the washer to the dryer and is a pretty good helper! Of course, the first thing he does when we get to the basement is run right to the spot I had first placed the toy after he had found it. When he saw that it wasn't there anymore, Hayden turned around slowly, this horribly confused look on his face. "Where my spaceship at?" he asked, his hands open and palm up at his sides. I felt kind of bad that time, he was so darn cute and innocent! But I kept the lie going and told him that we didn't have any spaceships at the house and that if he was a good boy Santa would bring him a present on Christmas day and he might get a spaceship then. He was still pretty disappointed but told me "ok" and we went back to doing the laundry.

I hope that Christmas gets here soon so I can quit lying to the poor kid!