|The view from my bedroom window first thing in the morning.|
Oregon is full of Christmas tree farms. We found one just a few miles away from our house. Dan and I picked the biggest tree that we thought would fit in our living room. We were a little off and had to chop a few inches off of the base of the tree.
Liam was just a tiny infant during his first Christmas. We spent his second Christmas in California, so we didn't put up a tree that year. Rosie is really breaking me in to having a baby and a Christmas tree. She cannot get enough of it! I finally put chairs up in the hallway to block her off.
We went to another tree farm today so that the kids could meet Santa without the crowds at a mall. Meeting Santa last year did not go over so well. Here's what it looked like:
He did so well this year! After watching a Charlie Brown holiday movie, he wanted to write a letter to Santa. This is what it "said."
Santa comes tomorrow. That lines says, “Don’t say anything until Santa comes, okay?”
A cement truck and a car, I want both of them.
I am a good boy. I’ll tell him if I want to go pee pee. This is Santa Claus’s potty.
We talk a lot about the potty, can you tell?
Anyway, Liam brought his letter to Santa with him to the tree farm and gave it to the Big Guy.
|2 happy kids?!?! A Christmas miracle!|