Christmas gifts 2015
Kids. Blabbermouths. My goodness.
Olivia planned the Christmas gift exchange with each parent separately. Then told us about it.
Last week, as we were walking, she confessed as we passed a massage clinic, "I told Daddy about his Christmas gift."
I stopped and looked at her. "What? Why?"
She looked sheepish and said she was excited. I know, and it's fine, but *eye roll*
Then, last night, they come home and I see a brown bag on the counter. I ignore it. As we're all sitting there for dinner, Olivia says to me, "We got you your Christmas present already."
I look at her and said, "So you guys went to the health food store today?" I'm now into Ayurveda as an outgrowth of my interest in yoga, and requested floral scented oils.
She looked at him. He stopped reading his iPad and looked at her and sighed, "You are impossible."
She giggled. We all laughed.
So THEN he pulls one oil out of the bag to show me because he wasn't sure if kukui massage oil qualified. I had to approve my own gift! "You guys are impossible," I said. More laughter.
I lean over to look into the rest of the bag and he pulls it away. Pulls it away! "Well, why leave it out for me to see then?" I question.
"You leave bags lying around," he retorted.
"You're not nosy like me," I defended. (Or insulted myself.)
Husband gives into me and pulls out the rest of the bottles. To be safe, he got an assortment of scents. Coconut, pikake.
He's so funny about covering all his bases. This reminds me of when I was pregnant and to head off any midnight grocery runs for weird cravings, he took a stab at it and bought a grocery cart's-worth of a random assortment of junk food for me.
"I bought everything I could get my hands on. I bought a case of everything snack related. I really didn't want to be driving to Foodland at 3 a.m.," he recalls. Most of it went uneaten.
I didn't have big cravings, but I ate everything in sight. I'd order two entrees at the restaurant. Oh, and there was a little stretch of time in which I actually found pickle juice delicious and would drink it right out of the bottle.
But I digress. Back to 2015.
"So that's it? That's Christmas? It's not even December? That's the big gift surprise?" I stuttered.
We faux-glared at the kid. She giggled. "I promise I won't ruin any more secrets."
"Yes," we said. "Because there aren't anymore to ruin."