sharkB8HooHaHa
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My decision to keep this trip from the boys was purely selfish in nature. As much as I would love to be able to say that the idea of surprising them was just what I needed to keep my yap shut, it's really being done out of necessity. See, we have a Grand Gathering planned in 237 days. How do I know this? My children tell me every day just how many more days until they get to see their cousins again. And just yesterday, while maneuvering my way through Costco, I was fielding questions from #3.
"Momma, do you like Riverside or Shades of Green better?"
"Momma, do you like Splash Mountain or Big Thunder better?"
"Momma, do you like Soarin' or Test Track better?"
The obsession is deep and powerful at my house. And the thought of having to maintain my sanity through a daily barrage of reminders and countdowns to Disney while trying to buy, wrap, and ship presents, bake, mail cards, put up the tree, decorate the house, and deal with company AND deal with life, just wasn't appealing to me. Crazy, I know. So, I opted to keep it quiet.
We lost the belief in Santa this year. Funny thing is that it was the oldest to find out last. DH and I decided long ago that if we were ever asked point blank if Santa was real, that we would tell the truth. Until the spring, such a question was never asked. DS#2 got creeped out at the thought of a huge bunny coming into the house to leave baskets.
He wondered what most 7 year old boys wonder....where was the bunny poop? So, he asked me if we were the bunny. Yep. Then he asked me if we were the tooth fairy. Yep. And, while his childhood fantasy world was unraveling, he asked if we were Santa. Yep. But, with a 4 year old in the house, we asked him to be a big brother and keep it to himself.
No problem.
Until one morning the 4 year old was eating breakfast and out of the blue come the interrogation lights.
"Momma, are you and Da Santa?"
#2 tried desperately to change the topic.
To no avail.
I had to confess. He had asked and that was the deal.
But, I had an almost 11 year old who still believed. What to do? I didn't feel right leaving him in the dark when his littlest brother knew the truth, so I felt it right to tell him. The potential shame of being told by a 4 year old seemed worse than having your mom tell you. So, off I went to burst his bubble. He took it well, but seemed to doubt me. His response: "You don't have the budget for all that!"
So while the magic of Santa has left us this year, we've chosen to replace it with the magic of Disney.
Up next...How to reveal?
"Momma, do you like Riverside or Shades of Green better?"
"Momma, do you like Splash Mountain or Big Thunder better?"
"Momma, do you like Soarin' or Test Track better?"
The obsession is deep and powerful at my house. And the thought of having to maintain my sanity through a daily barrage of reminders and countdowns to Disney while trying to buy, wrap, and ship presents, bake, mail cards, put up the tree, decorate the house, and deal with company AND deal with life, just wasn't appealing to me. Crazy, I know. So, I opted to keep it quiet.
We lost the belief in Santa this year. Funny thing is that it was the oldest to find out last. DH and I decided long ago that if we were ever asked point blank if Santa was real, that we would tell the truth. Until the spring, such a question was never asked. DS#2 got creeped out at the thought of a huge bunny coming into the house to leave baskets.
He wondered what most 7 year old boys wonder....where was the bunny poop? So, he asked me if we were the bunny. Yep. Then he asked me if we were the tooth fairy. Yep. And, while his childhood fantasy world was unraveling, he asked if we were Santa. Yep. But, with a 4 year old in the house, we asked him to be a big brother and keep it to himself.No problem.
Until one morning the 4 year old was eating breakfast and out of the blue come the interrogation lights.
"Momma, are you and Da Santa?"
#2 tried desperately to change the topic.
To no avail.
I had to confess. He had asked and that was the deal.
But, I had an almost 11 year old who still believed. What to do? I didn't feel right leaving him in the dark when his littlest brother knew the truth, so I felt it right to tell him. The potential shame of being told by a 4 year old seemed worse than having your mom tell you. So, off I went to burst his bubble. He took it well, but seemed to doubt me. His response: "You don't have the budget for all that!"
So while the magic of Santa has left us this year, we've chosen to replace it with the magic of Disney.
Up next...How to reveal?
I understand - I underwent 6 months of highlighting to get so the new whites will just blend in with the higlights 
My 2 still believe, I think!!!!
What a sweetie 
WAAAAAHHHOOOOOOO! Dont get me wrong, SOG is nice. Very nice. And the sleeping is delightful. But I wanted immersion. I wanted property. And this was my chance.
