In. Our. House.
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.