Friday, December 7, 2012

Trimmin' the Breakfast Tree

This year was quite possibly our best tree trimmin' yet with the kidlets. They were both so into it. The anticipation was building with the days leading up to our tree-getting-outing. One morning upon waking Kai ominously asked "Is it here yet?" Meaning - "the tree." And Teia, well she is about anything Christmas. After just about anything we do she asks "and now its Christmas?" This pretty much started the day after Hallowe'en.

It seems they both have their own distinctive decorating style too. Kai was contemplative about his placements, beginning at the back of the tree and then settling on the front lower left (I was going to say corner but fir trees don't really have corners now do they). He particularly enjoyed checking out ornaments he made in years past. Teia on the other hand was rather speedy, filling up the front lower right (corner?) quickly and demanding ornaments as fast as we could unpack them.

You can see the bottom of the tree is rather "busy." Greg and I did some rearranging after the pint size decorators were asleep. 

It really was fun. Drinking egg nog and watching the kids decorate. It wasn't even sunny for a change so felt mildly Christmassy. And Kai decided he really enjoyed hanging out under the tree. Don't think I've seen him stay so still for so long, maybe ever!
Although Teia talks all day long and has something to say about pretty much anything, she still has some remaining "baby-isms" when she talks. She says things like "Please I can?" and "Them are going to eat something now." Her pronunciation of Christmas is getting better. A month ago I couldn't always understand her. But sometimes it does still sound like "breakfast." At least Kai thinks so. He couldn't stop laughing about our "Breakfast Tree." 

2 comments:

sunnywave said...

Love this!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

Anonymous said...

I just love Teia's "Breakfast Tree"! When we were there at Christmas she had certainly mastered the ability of saying Christmas quite distinctly.
I wish there was such a handsome boy under my christams Tree. Oh well, maybe next year!
Love,
Mom