Did you know you could start a wish list registry at Toys R Us?  Did you know that you could give a kid a price gun and turn them lose in the store and they could zap the barcode (try explaining a bar code to a 7 year old) and it would be added to their Christmas list?

Well I didn’t.

Sooooo, when I dreamed it up as a BRILLIANT AMAZING EUREKA moment I was very proud of myself. Mike even thought I was pretty smart for thinking of it. We’d know exactly what the kids wanted and we could tally up exactly what it’d cost – with taxes even! We could share the list with our families, we could remove items from the list to whittle it down and see exactly how the changes effected our bottom line.

Seriously.  I felt like a freaking genius.

Till I got to Toys R Us and tried to explain my idea to them and the little girl behind the counter said – “Oh, a Christmas wish list registry – sure thing!”

I was seriously irked.

Then it took them like 20 minutes to get the stupid laser guns working because the girl behind the counter had no clue and I had to wait on the manager who at first walked RIGHT PAST US to fix the automatic doors that had broken and wouldn’t open or close automatically but then came and helped me and fixed the gun in like 5.3 seconds.

Side note – Toys R Us – do you think, maybe, December would be the month to have MORE employees on the floor?

Once we were up and running Anslee and Ava were less enthused than I had imagined. Maybe because it was nap time, or maybe because we had made it clear we weren’t leaving with toys in hand or maybe because they had stood around losing their enthusiasm for 20 minutes while I put-zed around with getting them their lazer guns – whichever reason – they were cranky.

We coaxed, we cajoled, we offered up ideas and lured them down isles. Ava only wanted to run. Anslee wanted to touch EVERY THING that made a noise. We did manage to get them to express some interest in a few things Mike and I thought were cool.

It wasn’t shaping up into the day of frolick-y family fun I had intended.

Side note – Hey lady with your 5 inch ankle bootie/legging/crop top/stripper hair/nose burried in your text message and 5 year old son: when I’m waiting at the end of the isle with my 3 year kid and you are crossing in front of us and you hear me telling her not to run out in front of people BECAUSE IT’S RUDE and you could trip them – maybe you could MOVE A LITTLE FASTER! And to the Toys R Us employee who gave a chuckle at this ridiculous woman and understood my plight – you are the only reason that woman still has her weave. Thank you for bringing levity into my situation and probably keeping me out of jail.

Anslee and Ava wanted to ride in the Barbie Escalade. That was on display. ON A WALL. Yup. Ava managed to CLIMB THE WALL and got in the stupid thing, and Anslee immediately attempted to follow.

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGH! On top of controlling my children, at this point I also had to do my deep breathing AND make sure Mike didn’t have a total breakdown because if I am this close to blowing my smoke stack then Mike is surely tttthhhhhiiiiissss close to calling off the whole shebang and packing everyone up in the car and going home.

Deep Breath. 12345678910. Okay. I’m cool.

Turns out while I’m fighting my freak-out Mike has lead Ava and Anslee to the table with the push trains on little wooden tracks. My children are enthralled. They are quiet. They are playing together. And they are quite.

We stood there while they played together, it was so sweet! (Well, except when Ava clothes lined a little boy who thought he would play with them. That sucked. We apologized.)I take that scanner gun and zap that table and actually consider taking it home that day;  we picked out locomotives and cargo cars and cabooses.  We looked at the Polar Express add ons and all the different landscapes available. The girls, with out coaxing, with out cajoling, with out luring them – they found a nice, gadget free, play together toy.

I had not seen my kids play like this… maybe ever.  No technology. No video screen.  No bells or whistles or electronic gadgetry. Enough room for them to both be a conductor and close enough that they were playing with one another…

Just each other and their imaginations.

Mike and I had thought they wouldn’t be happy unless they got their own Ipod touches or mini-laptop computers.

The day wasn’t what I had imagined it would be. I thought my kids would rush around making a list a mile long of every toy, every doll, candy, junk, material THING they could get their hands on. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy to be wrong. Tuns out you can learn a Christmas lesson somewhere besides Disney Christmas Carol movies. The coolest part of the day with Wish List makers? Seeing first hand that the best gifts, and the ones your kids want most of all, don’t have barcodes to be scanned.

(Side Note – In case you are wondering – this Christmas Miracle revelation doesn’t change the fact that we have a gift registry and if you are interested in what my kids chose or are in my family and are buying my kids Christmas gifts here’s the link   WISH LIST and our wish list # for Anslee and Ava is : 30779734)