I've always loved to decorate for Christmas. Always. I have such fond memories of our tree trimming at home. We'd put on the Amy Grant Christmas record, my dad would put the tree up, then he'd spend awhile trying to untangle the strands of lights, eventually getting them hung. Since that would take at least one play though of the record, he'd retreat to another room leaving my mom, sister and I to decorate the tree.**
I have always had idyllic thoughts of how Josh, our children and I would decorate together. Nope. History repeats itself at our house. Only John is too young to decorate and Miles gets too bored. Josh did hang out with me while I hung the ornaments Sunday night, and Miles did help put together a tabletop decoration and hang ornaments on the boys' tree.
**(Honestly, these ARE happy memories for me. Mom and Dad, please don't think otherwise. I think it's funny how we decorated together. And how I know we'll decorate around here in the future.)
Only one ornament broke on Miles' watch. I, unfortunately, broke several.
We awoke Saturday morning to a nice covering of snow. I bundled Miles up and we headed outside to play.
Then his gloves came off and his little fingers got cold. Really cold.
He tried to warm them up by brushing the snow off onto Archie. It didn't help, so we came inside.
John and Josh stayed warm inside.
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