Our Family: Decorating the Christmas Tree

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Decorating the Christmas Tree

This was our first REAL tree! And we LOVED it! I loved the fresh Christmas tree smell all year long...and I am so happy that it didn't die! I really love decorating the Christmas tree!! The kids love finding their special ornaments from when they were babies and all the ornaments they have made over the years!

1 comment:

Ashley said...: haha love the tree and the picture of him cutting the ties off reminds me of national lampoons christmas vacation, when they open it and it smashes through the windows...looks like that didn't happen to you guys;); January 12, 2012 at 8:52 AM

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Things that make me SMILE...

Benson went to get Lucy out of her crib and Nate was in the crib with her...holding her mobile over her head and said "look dad...I can hold this for Lucy" 1/10

Lucy has the cutest smile...and she scrunches up her little nose! 12/09

All Ben wants for Christmas is a SPY KIT! He is obsessed with it...I ask him who he wants to spy on and he told me "you!" 12/09

November 2008: Ben had a paper in his folder from school that said "Ask me to help you with a chore tonight" I read it to him and quickly snatched it out of my hand and threw it in the trash and said "that is for NEXT year"

November 2008 : I ask Ben what he wanted to be when he grew up he said "a daddy with a 100 babies AND a grown up human"

November 2008: I ask Samantha what she wanted to be when she grows up she said "a mommy" and I said how many babies do you want to have and she said "how ever many babies you have, mom"

October 2008: Nate climbs into bed with me with a pirate patch on and says "Mom, I'm a pirate treasure"

July 2008: Nate sees cupcakes at the store and says "Nate WUVVVS tup-takes"

Words to Live By...

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less." -- Anna Quindlen