But it’s almost Christmas Eve. I don’t even know how this happened. It’s one of those time warp scenarios in which you’re throwing out rotten pumpkins and raiding the Halloween candy stashed above the fridge one minute and the next, you’re looking down the barrel of Christmas wondering if you have everything done.
Probably another reason it doesn’t feel like Christmas is because a plague has descended upon our house like something from the book of Exodus. I’ll spare you the details but know this, if there was an award for most puked on surfaces in a home, our family would win. Hands down.
So to get myself back in the Christmas spirit I’ve been combing through some photos taken earlier this month and I thought I’d share them with you.
The Christmas Tree
Aaah, the annual decorating of the Christmas tree! Definitely means something different when you live with a 3-year-old … like nothing made from glass on the lower 3 feet of the tree. It also means that strange objects will appear on the tree throughout the Christmas season. For example, we’ve had squishy skeletons, cereal bars and used tissues (not to mention all the various toys that have become ‘decorations’).
With all the skeletons that were appearing on the tree, mom felt it was only right that they should have a proper home there in the form of a Christmas ornament. I give you the skeleton ornament:
The Big Man In Red
We ran into Santa a lot this year, at least a half dozen times. We weren’t even looking for him, he just happened to be around every single corner.
This was the only time we actually sought out Santa and he sure didn’t disappoint. Candy cane? Check! Rosy cheeks? Check! Fully attached beard? Check! Jolly nature? You bet!
But Santa did get one mark against him in Ethan’s book. He said skeletons were scary. Whoops.
Ethan set him straight real quick on that matter though. “He not scary. He my fwiend. He nice!” I guess even Santa has lessons to learn.
Every time we ran into Santa, my boy asked for the same thing: A dinosaur skeleton. Imagine that. Something skeletal.
Candy Cane Express
Earlier this month we took in a show by the Evansville Philharmonic called the Candy Cane Express. It’s a sweet and to the point Christmas show designed specially for children. This was their second year for the show and if you’re in the area next year, take your kids or grand-kids. It’s totally worth it.
He’s so thoughtful. He knows how much I love the toy soldier routine. Not on par with The Rockettes but let’s face it, who is?
We even met up with some friends at the show! My boy lucked out this go around with Santa … no room on the lap. Not every kid can be so lucky.
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