On Christmas Eve while I was tucking A in, he did not seem like he knew what to expect with all the Santa stuff and had a lot of questions. I explained to him that in the morning, he needs to come and wake me up before he goes into the living room and starts messing with stuff.
I think he freaked out though, Christmas morning. T and I heard the boys get up, and we layed there waiting. I was so excited for him to come in and "wake" me up and tell me "Its Christmas!". I did that when I was a kid, and I thought all kids did this. Well, I did not get to experience that this time.
We heard them walk up the stairs to the living room and we could hear them whispering and then we heard them go BACK DOWN THE STAIRS to their rooms. I was flabberghasted! I was, I will admit, disappointed.
I got up and went downstairs and they were in N's room reading a book. I am not kidding. So, I asked A why he didnt wake me up and he said that he was scared, because it was still dark in the house. I pointed out that that wasnt true, because he has woke me up on numerous occasions when it was even darker, and without his big brother with him. He said he saw T and thought T was supposed to be at work, and he knows how much T needs to sleep and didnt want to wake poppy up. He then told me he saw a big horse in the living room, and didnt know who Santa left it for.
So, Im thinking he was overwhelmed and it was too much of a different and exciting experience for him that he just retreated. I dont know...it was strange and I felt a little deflated. That is part of older child adoption though, you just dont know what is going to happen, and it is often not what you think and you must always stay open to things that may happen.