There’s a tree.
In. Our. House.
Whoa.
Quinn could not be more amazed.
We got our Christmas tree a couple weekends ago, and Q has been
mesmerized ever since. Whenever he sees Daddy’s car, he points and says “tree
on the car” because he remembers how we strapped it to the roof to bring it
home.
And since Q’s gotten into the book The Giving Tree, the fact that there’s a tree in our
house blows this toddler’s mind. He constantly runs into the front room to make
sure it’s still there.
“Trit-mas tree!" he exclaims. "In da house!”
“Whoa, you’re right. There is a Christmas tree in our house,” I reply.
“Whoa,” he repeats. Then he goes back to his toy trains. I can’t wait to see
his reaction when I finally get this sh*t-load of presents wrapped and under
the tree. He’s going to go bananas.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. And watching it through a toddler’s eyes
makes it all the more magical.
