It was rather cold the other evening when we went to pick out our Christmas tree. But we were also the only people there, making us feel we could walk around and really inspect the entire selection without fear someone else was going to snatch up the first one we noticed to be a perfect fit. And Vanessa enjoyed the "tree store" extra much because it was fun to run around and hide. She'd just run by every so often, assuring us that she was fine.
The day was much colder, cloudier and windier than when we picked Vanessa's first tree. Zane was very excited that we chose our tree fast and got home to where it was warm.
We've been pulling out decorations slowly -- a few a day. On one of the first days, we got out this stand of three small, lighted trees. It has gone on the porch in the past and probably will again this year. We're very careful not to speak of our plans loudly, so Vanessa doesn't getting any false hope or unnecessary disappointment because she's still figuring out what planning is compared to a final plan, and she can obsess over things. So when we got out this stand of trees, she thought it was our Christmas tree for the season. She decorated it with "lanterns" and was quick to show me the perfect job she did. She's been easy to please with the smallest and fewest decorations and has been extra surprised as we pull out more. She decorated another small tree too, and it will probably end up in her bedroom.
Wait till we pull out the tub of ornaments to hang on the "really beautiful tree" we picked up at the "tree store the other day." It'll be "just perfect." "Daddy did a great job putting up the tree."
