We went Christmas tree shopping last week, and Mini wore his new rain gear for the occasion. Few things: 1) yes, it does rain here sometimes; but 2) no, this does not happen very often, which is probably why 3) I was so astonished by the prospect of having to buy rain boots for Mini after his first post-rain day at school a few weeks back. It honestly never occurred to me that he would need rain boots: I mean, I don’t ever need to wear rain boots, why should he need to?
Admittedly, this was a foolhardy assumption on my part. Still, is he not the cutest child in the history of the world? I mean, even with mud smeared everywhere?
Anyway, when we were Christmas tree shopping, I asked Mini which tree he wanted, and he chose this one.
Which seems odd because he’s never seen A Charlie Brown Christmas. Not to mention the fact that I believe that’s technically a bush, not a tree. In any case, we went a different direction with the tree. He seemed OK with it.
If you are wondering why it seems like only the top third of the tree is fully decorated, then I know you do not have any toddlers in your household. Sigh. It’s killing me, people, to have the tree half-decorated. This is the sacrifice I make. I have to cluster up my eight favorite ornaments, too, because they cannot be in said toddler’s reach.
On the other hand, this Christmas thing is a whole other ballgame with a little kid who hasn’t really understood it before. It almost seems a little magical, actually. Even when you find suspicious holes in the wrapping paper of said little kid’s presents.
I have to admit that I’m a little proud of him, though: I think I was like six or something before I started trying to rip open packages and find out what I was getting before Christmas. Mini’s an over-achiever, just like his Mamma! Sniff.