Last night Aidan and I talked about what we wanted for Christmas and how he was going to write a letter to Santa, here is how he said the letter would go, "Dear Santa Maw-maw, Thank you for all of my Thomas engines. I need a lot more engines!" So, apparently Aidan has decided that my mom, maw-maw Pam, must be Santa because she is always sending him presents. If he gets on the phone with her and asks for an engine he knows that in about a week, maw-maw will be sending it to him, and that isn't even counting all of the stuff she has bought him and Georgia and Kara when she is here.
We also talked about who or what we loved. He said that he loved "engines," Georgia loved "ponies" (her god parents Jaime and Theo just sent her my little ponies, and Kara loved "bikes" (not sure why a bike but he is only 5. I asked him who I loved and he said "me" and then I asked him who daddy loved and he said "you." Smart boy!
Oh and little something special, I said that his maw-maw was my momma and he told me that "my Hailee and Emma, are my Hailee and Emma," we can't wait to see our cousins, Aunt Meri, Uncle Jim and of course Maw-maw and Paw-paw for Thanksgiving.


