So, I had these grand plans of having a wonderful Christmas prep day. You know, get the tree, put up the lights, decorate the house. Listen to Christmas music, light a holly berry scented candle, drink some hot chocolate. All of those things actually happened, which is a miracle in and of itself. But, of course, I was cranky because I haven't slept well. My husband was not as in to it as I'd like him to be (and why does this still surprise me?). I thought that my toddler son would enjoy strolling around the Christmas tree nursery, looking at all the pretty trees, wreaths and decorations. All he did was fuss and arch his back in an attempt to squirm out of his stroller. So, my husband took him back to the car, fed him a snack, and let him fall asleep in his car seat while I got the tree and picked out a few nice poinsettias. Not exactly the family outing I had in mind, but I have learned that being flexible and learning to adapt are the two best qualities to possess as a parent.
My husband, god love him, spent about an hour and half putting up the outside lights and I must admit that they do look great. He's an artist and by his very nature he is a perfectionist when it comes to something like hanging lights. With him in charge, the lights were not only distributed evenly, but carefully stylized and artfully hung.
My son and I stayed inside while my husband froze to death in his quest for perfect lights. I was surprised that Cole (aforementioned toddler) showed absolutely no interest in the Christmas tree. As if it was totally normal that we suddenly erected an 8 foot tree in the middle of our living room. All he did was look the tree up and down once, pointed to it and said "TREE!" Then he moved on. I am hoping that he will show the same indifference once we put on the lights and decorations. One can hope.
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