Let's see, where do I begin after having forgotten I had a blog since last January?
It's Christmastime again, and the same decorations that I had a hard time boxing up and putting away in last year's last blog entry are up again. Except for a tree. We don't have a tree yet. We're going to let the kids decide when they get home whether they want a fake tree that's-already-perfectly-strung-with-lights, or a REAL tree, maybe from the Christmas Tree Farm, that sheds needles and dies within days but smells like Christmas.
Last year, we had Sara and Grant and Eddie and Dane and Skyler here and we all voted for the Christmas Tree Farm.
It's Christmastime again, and the same decorations that I had a hard time boxing up and putting away in last year's last blog entry are up again. Except for a tree. We don't have a tree yet. We're going to let the kids decide when they get home whether they want a fake tree that's-already-perfectly-strung-with-lights, or a REAL tree, maybe from the Christmas Tree Farm, that sheds needles and dies within days but smells like Christmas.
Last year, we had Sara and Grant and Eddie and Dane and Skyler here and we all voted for the Christmas Tree Farm.
We went on the hay ride and drank hot chocolate and took
pictures of each other taking pictures. It was perfect.
pictures of each other taking pictures. It was perfect.
Little Grant loved it most of all.
