Christmas tree update
Before the boys came along, Susan and I were nightmares to accompany Christmas tree hunting. We're both first children, perfectionist freaks when it comes to these things. Peter and Melanie made the mistake of going with us one year and, having cut down and loaded up their tree, were sipping hot chocolate back in the barn for an hour and a half waiting for us to find our perfect tree. I've got an essay here somewhere on the computer. I'll link to it when I find it.
But we're cured now. Mostly. Two under three will do that.
M was a big part of the tree hunt last year, but two-year-olds don't remember things like that from year-to-year, so it was as if he'd never gone. He was wide-eyed the whole morning. B had never been before at all, and couldn't believe his luck--he smiled and chatted the whole time.
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We bundled up to go cut down our Christmas tree and walked out the front door. M pointed at the 40 foot maple in the front yard.
"This one, daddy?"
"No, that one won't fit in our house." So he pointed at the 25 foot maple.
"THIS ONE, DADDY?"
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Later, having cut down the tree and brought it home tied to the top of the Jetta, we split up duties--Susan and B pulled out the ornaments while I bathed a muddy two-and-a-half-year-old boy.
I explained to M that after his bath, we would put the tree on a stand and bring it into the living room. It was as if he'd won the lottery.
"DADDY! MY EXCITED!"
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The next morning, after running to the living room to see the newly lighted tree, M sprinted back to our room to let me know there was something else new hanging up.
"DADDY! BIG SOCKS!! BIG SOCKS!!"
(and yes, 2.5 year-olds talk in all caps 90% of the time)
But we're cured now. Mostly. Two under three will do that.
M was a big part of the tree hunt last year, but two-year-olds don't remember things like that from year-to-year, so it was as if he'd never gone. He was wide-eyed the whole morning. B had never been before at all, and couldn't believe his luck--he smiled and chatted the whole time.
-----
We bundled up to go cut down our Christmas tree and walked out the front door. M pointed at the 40 foot maple in the front yard.
"This one, daddy?"
"No, that one won't fit in our house." So he pointed at the 25 foot maple.
"THIS ONE, DADDY?"
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Later, having cut down the tree and brought it home tied to the top of the Jetta, we split up duties--Susan and B pulled out the ornaments while I bathed a muddy two-and-a-half-year-old boy.
I explained to M that after his bath, we would put the tree on a stand and bring it into the living room. It was as if he'd won the lottery.
"DADDY! MY EXCITED!"
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The next morning, after running to the living room to see the newly lighted tree, M sprinted back to our room to let me know there was something else new hanging up.
"DADDY! BIG SOCKS!! BIG SOCKS!!"
(and yes, 2.5 year-olds talk in all caps 90% of the time)
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