Not much breathing room this year between Thanksgiving and December. Leah made the executive decision to do all the holiday decorating this past weekend, and so that’s what we did. The weather was unseasonably warm, which made picking up our tree and balsam roping hardly chores at all. Almost before I knew it, the tree was up and trimmed, the lights were up on the front of the house, and all Leah’s interior decorations were placed.
Perhaps not surprisingly in all this hustle and bustle, Emmett got the idea that December = Christmas, so he was eagerly looking all over for presents to open. We convinced him that he’d need to settle for the little trinkets his mom puts in the advent calendar, at least until Christmas morning. He was a bit crestfallen at the news, but he’s now changed focus to counting out the days on the advent calendar over and over. I sure hope Santa makes all this waiting worthwhile for him!
