Thursday, December 6, 2012

Oh, Christmas Tree

Last night we went to the hardware store to get our Christmas tree. Bob helped pick out the perfect Fraser Fir. After we tied the tree to the top of the car, Mr. Rosenberg and I stood outside and paid the sales clerk. I heard yelling and looked behind me. Bob was alone inside the car, buckled into his booster seat, with the windows rolled up. He was screaming with excitement, "We've got the tree on the car! The tree is on the car, everyone! We have a tree! A tree! The tree is on the car! Woo hoo!"

When we got home, it was late. I told him that we could decorate the tree in the morning. He held me to my word. We decorated the tree this morning. At 6:40am.

Excited.

7 comments:

  1. Christmas is a whole different thing when the young'uns are young. They carry you along with their joy.

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  2. I feel the SAME way every time I see a Christmas tree on top of a car. It's just SO GREAT!!

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  3. This is when I become deeply aware of what a terrible mother I am compared to other women. Because you get up and share in his joy where I would have said something like, "Christmas trees hate to be decorated before 8:00 a.m. They sleep. It might bite us. Talk to me in two hours."

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  4. Oh, this made me smile so sweetly, indeed!

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  5. Really, if you stop to think about it, it is pretty cool to have a tree on top of your car.

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  6. Sadly, this sounds like me now, age 31. :)

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  7. You are the perfect Bob's Mom. Such a sweet story. x0 N2

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