I think it's funny that D calls pine trees conifers. It's Dinosaur Train's fault. Imagine his joy when we went to our tree "lot" to pick out our Christmas tree (someday we'll go in the mountains and chop one down...some day...) and spent way too much time walking up and down rows of conifers trying to find the perfect tree (un-flocked please). Which never happens. Which is okay.

D loved everything about the Christmas tree experience. Can't you tell? (And when did he get so big?)
Lieutenant (the kid formerly known as Snacks) insisted on touching as many tree needles and price tags as possible. He didn't care for much else.
And one of the funnest parts of the whole ordeal (for the boys) was sitting in the driver's seat while the tree was being carefully tied to the roof of the car. It's nice that they are so easy to please.
Here we are back at the homestead. Tree set up. D looking stoked (after a very grumpy picture that was only resolved by some threat of being sent to his room or something). Lieutenant asleep. It was a good day!
2 comments:
I have been looking for a good chauffeur. Is D available?
Hooray for getting your computer back! Hey I love Christmas any time... February, whatever. Glad you're posting again!
-Jessicab
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