So we headed out a week ago to Christmas Tree shop with the boys. They had been counting down for almost two weeks. Sam had been noticing Christmas trees decorated in people's homes for a month already and couldn't understand why we hadn't gotten ours yet. Little did he know they were all fake trees. We went to Home Depot and loaded four little ones into the fancy truck type shopping carts in search of a tree. The last 4-5 years we have always gotten a tree at Home Depot...well they were sold out so after much resistance from Luke to get out of the fancy shopping cart we headed to Canadian Tire where the trees were super overpriced. We reloaded again and headed to Superstore and bought a beautiful bailed up tree for $40. The kids were super excited when they went to bed and we left the tree to thaw out over night. In the morning we decorated and had a great time. It was cute to see the kids climbing on stools to try to put ornaments on the tree, and to see Andrew on Ken's shoulders to put the angel on top. Andrew was quite scared because Ken stood on the stool with him on his shoulders.
I love seeing the kids get so excited and to see them checking out each and every ornament. A lot of these ornaments were given to me as I grew up from my mom and are very special to me. The angel on top is very special because it was a patterned angel that my mom had picked out to make and never got around to it. Denise my step mom came across it in their basement after her and Dad got married and she decided to make it for me and I LOVE it. The fact that my mom picked it out and Denise made it means so much to me.
This little manger scene was made by my mom for me one Christmas too and I still have the card she gave me with it that says...Shelley...For your someday home and little ones! Love Mom...Little did she know that I would have four little boys that love looking at it when I set it up each year.
So Sam now informs me that all we need is some presents for under the tree. Soon to come my dear little boy!
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