Cookies for Santa

Yes, it's two days before Thanksgiving and we made "cookies for Santa". We had gotten one of those chocolate chip cookies gifts in a jar, so we decided to break them out. We're a little ahead of ourselves this year already. The tree has been up for almost a week and the boys have written their letters to Santa. Needless to say the boys are a little anxious for Christmas to get here. I think they're excited to do all the fun Christmas stuff, but they also know that the sooner Christmas gets here, the sooner Daddy gets to come home.

So, the night we made cookies for Santa, Brek had a nightmare. Probably not his first nightmare, but the first that he actually shared with me. He came staggering into my room at like 2:00 in the morning and said, "Mama, I had a nightmare." I pulled back the covers so he could crawl into bed with me. He wasn't crying, just kinda whimpering and I asked him if he wanted to tell me about it. He stuck out his lower lip as he talked and said. . . . "I dreamed we made cookies for Santa, and left him three on a plate. He ate all of those, and then went into the kitchen and ate them all." At this point, he broke down into tears as I was overcome with laughter. He looked a little shocked at first (I'm assuming at my apparent disregard for his feelings) and he said, "Mama, I'm serious." The look on his face was just too much and I couldn't help but laugh some more. I assured him that we would hide the rest of the cookies from Santa. He seemed content with that and fell fast asleep.

Later when I was telling the story to Joey and we were both laughing. Brek has always been our "eater". He will eat breakfast around 7:00, then again when Bae gets up around 8:00. So, it wasn't a great surprise to me to hear that his "nightmare" involved food.