Last year was kind of a bust for us, festive-wise. We were moving into our new home and transitioning between the house we were renting and the house we bought at my sister's house, so when we finally moved into our house (almost a year to the day, actually), the last thing my pregnant ass wanted to do was put up a Christmas tree. Or lights. I barely managed the stockings. So this year, I am going to make up for it...it's Spencer's first Christmas, afterall! Sunday we went and picked out a tree and I can honestly say its the biggest tree I've ever brought home. I just realized I haven't actually taken a picture of the tree in all it's glory, so you'll just have to be patient for that at a later date, but here we are picking it out.
Tonight I took Spencer to see Santa at the mall. I had heard horror stories of the long lines on the weekends, so I figured dinner time on a Monday would work out great...and it did. No tears for this kid...he got a real kick out of Santa. I think the feeling was mutual.
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