We have two trees this year for Christmas. Probably because I am two this Christmas. Or maybe because we drove a very long way to cut down our own tree this year and couldn’t decide which one to take home. So, this is the tale of our two trees.
We drove a long time. I sat in the back and serenaded my family with the b-i-b-l-e song. They loved it.
We drove narrow canyon roads that wound through square tunnels.
Once we arrived at the place of many trees, we tramped through the snow looking for the perfect tree.
I took an occasional snow eating break.
Auntie Gwendie and Grampy are behind me claiming small tree number one.
Grampy and Auntie Gwendie did the massacaring, I mean tree chopping.
Auntie Gwendie and Grampie preparing to claim big tree number two.
And little bother was a lazy bum.
Stay tuned to see our trees all decked out once we got them home, miles and miles and many b-i-b-l-e’s later!!
A couple Sundays ago was Mother’s Day. I’ve only experienced one other one, and from that experience I assumed it was supposed to be a sunny spring day where mom sleeps in and gets breakfast in bed. This year was a completely opposite sort of day.
We woke up early and drove for hours so mom could play the oboe, and it was really cold and rainy and snowy! Then we went to eat something called brunch at a very old beautiful hotel.
While we were waiting for our table I splashed in puddles, which amused and annoyed mom.
Then we walked around a big pond at the hotel, and I found mom a bouquet of flowers but she didn’t let me pick them.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom! It was a special day full of memories and good food, and delightful puddles and snowflakes.