We have finally finished our Christmasification. We got our tree last night, after an epic journey around the world in search of the perfect one. I allowed sense to overcome romance, and we opted for a little tree, but a bigger and better little tree than last year's model. Max was thrilled with every part of the tree decorating process. Thrilled. One of the best things about this Christmas is Max's ability to really respond and participate. Ian and I are getting to pass on our traditions, and rediscover the excitement and magic of this time of year. I sound like a cheesy Hallmark card now, so I think I'll stop, but Christmas is just a really nice time of year to have young children around.
Maggie is not quite as cognisant of all the goings-on, but she was fascinated by the tree. She touched it and stared at it for at least 30 seconds before trying to eat it.
Max kept reminding Maggie "No touch tree, Maggie!", despite having difficulty living by this rule, himself.
These pictures make me kind of teary-eyed. These two beautiful people are ours! It is so strange to think that last year at this time, Maggie wasn't even here yet. I can't imagine what our family did without her.
The finished product. Although Max apparently didn't think it was quite finished, because if you look in the lower left-hand corner of this picture, you can see his hand, cheerfully violating his own "No touch tree!" rule. Hypocrite.
Hi, Ian. I'll be seeing you soon!