I had a mini meltdown.
I saw all the kids walking by with their puppies and thought "I should have 2 in line waiting for their new toy." And that's when the tears came. "I want a puppy for Evan, he should have one from Santa! I wonder if he'll let me have one for my baby..." There were quite a few worried faces as I regained my composure and got up the nerve to talk to Santa. I asked him "Santa? Could I have a puppy for my son at the cemetery? We're going out to visit him later today..." Santa handed me a stuffed puppy and said yes I could have one for Evan.
Thank you Ikea Santa. :)
|This is Evan's new puppy that I named Beauford (byooferd).|
I went shopping afterwards and got some things for Christmas lunch and 3 more presents before heading home. Nana picked me up just after 4 and we headed out to see Evan.
We took a walk around the baby cemetery and I said hello to a couple babies who are turning 7 this December. 7! They died in 2004. Mind boggling. We said hello to Max and then to Riitta and Uki (Sharon's little boy, my sister in law's mom and grampa) before heading home.
I made Glenn's present, finished Nanni's and am now wrapping theirs and my inlaw's gifts before starting dinner. Tomorrow is getting the rest of the groceries for Christmas and cooking the dishes I'm bringing for lunch.