Check out the tree that Chubbs picked out today. I think the little girl has pretty great taste. (-: Decorating still to come.
There's something indescribably magical about the Christmas season.
You allow yourself to dream and hope all the while not feeling like a fool to be shooting for the moon.
You listen to the Christmas carols until you are almost nauseous from the repeated strains.
You get ten emails a day with new recipes to try and you convince yourself that you will try all of them even though deep down inside you know that you'll only do one or two new ones.
You hold in secrets from all of your closest loved ones as the scheming and plotting to find the perfect gifts come to a climax.
You spend too long in the freezing cold after driving an hour to find the absolute perfect Christmas tree.
You schedule evenings in your calendar for just chuddling on the couch, staring at the lights on the Christmas tree, and perhaps watching a movie while listening to the fireplace crackle.
You eat more items off of the specially constructed diet than you intended to, but just don't feel guilty....(that's what January is for)
Bottom line is- I love Christmas time. I now feel as if I am just now joining the festivities as we finally got our tree today and will decorate our house tomorrow.
I'm drinking in this beautiful season one cookie/carol/ornament at a time.
I think what makes this my favorite Christmas ever is- this is Addison's first Christmas!
She is a big fan so far. Today on the way home from picking out our tree, we stopped to get cider donuts up in Stowe. Addison held onto her half a donut with a death grip and didn't stop her toothless munching/destructive licking until her chunk of a donut was gone and she had crumbs pretty much over every inch of her body (yes, I even found some in her diaper)
She wore the satisfied look of a first time donut eater and the sugar high of a kid ready for Christmas.
Yep, the season is here.
Regrettably, the only picture we have from our outing today that turned out was the one you see below. Maybe it is understandable that my husband fled far away with the camera after seeing this look on my face while holding the saw, but still.....
Photographer wanted. Reliable. Non shaky hand. Able to remove camera from pocket more than once per outing.