MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Santa Baby!

For the last two years, Nic has been absolutely TERRIFIED of the fat (I guess the more P.C. name is, "the vertically challenged") guy in the red suit. Much like a restraining order, John and I were not allowed within a hundred feet of him. If we attempted, there would be a screaming, crying, kicking toddler to contend with. Not this year! Our son made us proud. He even had a mental list of what he wanted from Santa. Nic waited for his turn, jumped up on Santa's lap and proudly exclaimed, "Hey Santa, where's your reindeer?". The following video is Nic's idea of where Santa lives and where he parks his reindeer. Nic and his new buddy!

A new holiday tradition

This year, my mountain man husband wanted to start a new family tradition. Instead of the annual Home Depot Christmas tree, John wanted to go to a tree farm and cut down a fresh one. Being the city slicker girl that I am, I initially protested. Visions of spiders and mud were dancing in my head. Besides, if we went to the tree farm, I’d miss out on the poinsettia sale Home Depot was having. My cries went unnoticed and off we went to the tree farm, and in the end, I’m glad we went. The experience was fun for everyone. With the help of a Grandma, we managed to capture the monumental event on video. Nic picked out the tree himself, helped daddy with the sawing (by using a stick), and when the tree came down, he thought he broke it (check out his quick glance at me). When our son realized he wasn’t in trouble, the next word out of his mouth was, “another one daddy”.

Mission accomplished!