Oh Christmas Tree

We went to find a tree yesterday. Trevor and I went on a hayride while Todd walked around looking for the One. It was cold! We had so much fun on the hayride, because there was a family of six kids with us just whooping and cheering about how much fun it was. Goes to show, attitude really is everything. It would have been just a tractor pulling a wagon without those kids talking it up.
See, that's the problem with our tree right now. We have lights (maybe not quite enough) and ornaments, but no skirt and no sparkle. We need garland, by golly, and tinsel!
Trevor has his own ideas about the uses of a Christmas tree. Today he was throwing a hacky sack at it. I had to retrieve it from the inner branches when it got stuck, and I didn't have quite the energy level (before morning coffee) to teach him that we don't throw things at the tree. I finally threatened to put the tree outside...hey, it's not an empty threat, I will put it on the porch if I have to say ridiculous things like "we look with our eyes" all day. Try saying that in a normal voice, it's impossible
Both sets of grandparents sent Trevor an advent calendar (thank you!) and it is a fun activity every morning. He is very excited about the one with chocolate in it. Trevor's usual manner of eating is to stuff as much food in his mouth as possible, and then ask for more with his mouth full; He savors the chocolate, cradling it carefully in his hand almost to the point of melting and taking tiny bites.
I've been torturing myself by listening to the radio station that plays the same twelve holiday favorites over and over. I could listen to Jingle Bell rock about eighty more times, but if I have to hear the Little Drummer Boy again, I might say something rude.