Our First Christmas Tree

We saw our first snow of the season last Sunday. It was the perfect day to go and get our tree! This is our first year to get a tree as a family. We didn't get one last year because we were travelling for the holiday. That was a bummer so even though we're travelling this year too, we got a tree of our own.

Ethan found this hat in a drawer and insisted on wearing it...backwards.


After a lovely breakfast of bagels, we went to Boston Hill Farm to pick out a tree. There were trees all over the place but E was only interested in the wreaths. He wouldn't let us put a mitten on his left hand. He kept telling us it hurt, but we think he just wanted his finger handy. Or in this case to man-handle the decorations.

After we paid and were all loaded up, Ethan took off away from the car towards the open lot. Steve had to go get him because he was having a hard time hearing us. That happens a lot these days... ;-)

When I went to get him up the next morning, he looked at me with this silly grin and said "Christmas Downstairs". This really struck me because it was so innocent of him to call our tree Christmas. It made me realize that Christmas to him is the lights on the trees and the songs on the radio and they bring him such a pure joy. He's too young to understand the religious aspect or that Santa brings him presents. There is nothing greedy about his excitement over the season and we are going to try to keep it that way.

I know he looks really bored in this picture, but he really does love having a tree in the house! I don't know how we're going to get him to let go of it when the time comes. He goes straight for it in the morning and insists on having the lights on all the time.

On Friday GJ, AL and I took E to see Santa Claus. He didn't scream or cry at all but he was awfully skeptical of the man in the red suit.