Wednesday, November 28, 2012

'Tis the season

We put up the Christmas tree this past weekend, fulfilling an annual goal of getting the house decorated for the holidays in the days immediately following Thanksgiving.

We actually decorated the house Saturday, setting out the unbreakable decor and knick-knacks  I deemed safe to be around a mobile Millie this year.

Then, on Sunday, to Lola's great delight, we decorated the tree.

Now Millie had not taken any interest in any of the new additions to the living room, including the Playskool nativity and the piles of Christmas-themed stuffed animals.

She didn't even glance at the Christmas tree.

But as soon as Ray plugged in those Christmas lights, there was no stopping her.

She beelined for them.

Over and over and over again.

Ray strung one row of lights while I moved Millie to the opposite side of the living room, surrounded by her favorite toys.

But by the time Ray strung a second line of lights, she was at his heels, reaching up for the twinkling colored bulbs.

Over and over and over again.

It was heavenly. Just watching her move, that far, that fast.

It's what we've been waiting for.

And it's what I needed.

I'm in an admitted holiday funk. I'm trying to break out of it, but also am accepting that I just might not get to that crazy excited place this year.

Still, I'm working on it.

Because this little girl is ecstatic about the holidays.

And this one, I think, would be just as excited if she had any idea what was going on.

This was the second year that we cut down our own Christmas tree. I usually want to get the tree up on the Friday right after Thanksgiving, but our car - in celebration of its first anniversary with us - was in the shop.

Instead, we woke up Saturday ready to go. And it was 12 degrees outside.

So we waited a little longer, until the temperature reached 20.

Ray and I debated holding off a week in hopes of warmer weather.

Ultimately, we grudingly agreed that it was time. So we layered our clothes, bundled up the girls and set out to prove just how Bemidji-an we can (pretend to) be.


Then we hustled our butts home, cranked the heat and turned on the fireplace.

It was a pretty wonderful weekend.
- Bethany :)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love this are an amazing writer! Great pics too! Does Ray ever take a bad picture?! But no pic of you?