Well, since everyone else I know has a blog I suppose I will finally give in and make one, I mean who doesn't like showing off pictures of their kids doing incredibly cute and clever things?
So my first post is dedicated to Christmas photos and finding the perfect Christmas tree...they always turn out so well. :)
Here is one by our Christmas tree we cut down ourselves. It was about a 12 foot tree when we started out but we had to cut about 4 feet off to get it to fit in our house (still tall!)
I think it turned out quite lovely, I got a bit sappy (literally, I had sap all over me) when I was putting on the lights but after hearing my sister Wendy's story of their tree, which they cut down at the same time as we did ours, I feel like we lucked out with our tree. Wendy's tree apparently had a nest of spiders in it, plus a couple members of her family broke out in hives from being poked by the needles. I'm sure they will never forget that experience, and I'm quite sure they don't plan to cut down a tree with us again next year. (Wendy, you are welcome to the fake, pre-lit, tree we have.)
It is one of those things that sounds so fun and old fashioned, cutting down your Christmas tree; and I'm sure our kids will remember it as such, but I've noticed that children's memories differ greatly from the adults that are present at the same event. In reality, I took about 45 minutes trying to find the absolutely perfect tree and after all that time I finally pointed at any tree and told Lars "That one will do".
So after all of this I of course have to get a picture of the kids in front of the tree. To start, we woke up late this fine Sunday morning, I am in nursery and need to be there on time. Lilli didn't want to wear her dress, or any dress for that matter. Now when I say she didn't want to wear I don't mean she just said no, which she did, but she also played octopus when we tried to put it on. If you have ever tried to dress a two year old in something they don't want to wear you will know what I mean. Finally I said "Whatever, she can wear what she wants" I left for church with the other kids and left Lars to try to get Lilli ready. (He brought her to nursery about 20 minutes later with her sweats on)
So when we went to take our pictures that afternoon the other kids looked decent (as decent as possible after 3 hours of church) and Lilli looked like a princess in a sweatsuit and unbrushed hair. Such is life, and they are all so cute anyway it doesn't really matter. :)
So there is my ode, of sorts, to Christmas pictures and Christmas trees.
(Oh, I also had a hard time finding one of the 20 or so pictures I took that didn't have Lilli either picking her nose or shoving her hand in her mouth!)
So my first post is dedicated to Christmas photos and finding the perfect Christmas tree...they always turn out so well. :)
Here is one by our Christmas tree we cut down ourselves. It was about a 12 foot tree when we started out but we had to cut about 4 feet off to get it to fit in our house (still tall!)
I think it turned out quite lovely, I got a bit sappy (literally, I had sap all over me) when I was putting on the lights but after hearing my sister Wendy's story of their tree, which they cut down at the same time as we did ours, I feel like we lucked out with our tree. Wendy's tree apparently had a nest of spiders in it, plus a couple members of her family broke out in hives from being poked by the needles. I'm sure they will never forget that experience, and I'm quite sure they don't plan to cut down a tree with us again next year. (Wendy, you are welcome to the fake, pre-lit, tree we have.)
It is one of those things that sounds so fun and old fashioned, cutting down your Christmas tree; and I'm sure our kids will remember it as such, but I've noticed that children's memories differ greatly from the adults that are present at the same event. In reality, I took about 45 minutes trying to find the absolutely perfect tree and after all that time I finally pointed at any tree and told Lars "That one will do".
So after all of this I of course have to get a picture of the kids in front of the tree. To start, we woke up late this fine Sunday morning, I am in nursery and need to be there on time. Lilli didn't want to wear her dress, or any dress for that matter. Now when I say she didn't want to wear I don't mean she just said no, which she did, but she also played octopus when we tried to put it on. If you have ever tried to dress a two year old in something they don't want to wear you will know what I mean. Finally I said "Whatever, she can wear what she wants" I left for church with the other kids and left Lars to try to get Lilli ready. (He brought her to nursery about 20 minutes later with her sweats on)
So when we went to take our pictures that afternoon the other kids looked decent (as decent as possible after 3 hours of church) and Lilli looked like a princess in a sweatsuit and unbrushed hair. Such is life, and they are all so cute anyway it doesn't really matter. :)
So there is my ode, of sorts, to Christmas pictures and Christmas trees.
(Oh, I also had a hard time finding one of the 20 or so pictures I took that didn't have Lilli either picking her nose or shoving her hand in her mouth!)
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