Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Brrrrrrr...

This past Saturday, we decided to brave the cold and head downtown to watch the Christmas parade. Tommy got all bundled up in pj pants, fleece overalls, two shirts, winter coat, gloves and hat and hopped in a friend's wagon to wheel on down to Main Street for the big event. He watched in awe as tractors, clowns, firetrucks, horses, marching bands, beauty queens, motorcycles and, finally, Santa paraded down the road in front of him. Here are a few shots of him taking it all in. Check out those pink cheecks!

After Santa passed by, we practically ran back to the car on frozen feet. After cranking the heat up to high, we headed down the road to pick out our Christmas tree. We decided to buy a cut one this year, but hope to rekindle the tradition of cutting our own next Christmas. The climate in and around our quiet little town is not quite right for growing Christmas trees (Will and I found this out only after we tried 3 different places with no luck after we moved here two years ago), so we have to trek 45 min to an hour west of here to cut anything ourselves. Last year we did make the trip only to bring home a tree that was full of bugs. Yes, bugs. So we cut one, got rid of it, and bought a new one. This year, we just bought one. Here's Tommy checking out the new addition to our living room. So far he's touched the branches, hit them with his hands and various toys, wiped them across his face, and taken a tiny taste. So curious. We've decided not to put ornaments up this year as Tommy's already broken one - that was still in the box. Back in the closet!! You can't tell from the following picture, but it does have lights on it. I think it's one of the cutest trees we've ever had. What do you think?


And last but not least, here's Tommy playing with his little nativity set. What a hit! Special thanks to Gramma for sending this fun and special set Tommy's way.


Hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning I'll add the 10 second video we got of Tommy with his first Christmas present. Guess what it is. . .

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