A Colorful Christmas Tradition

Sticky blue fingers and lips...



  ...from a blue candy cane.

O Christmas Tree

I'm pretty sure I didn't post much about Halloween or Easter this year. I was too lazy busy to upload those pictures until waaaay too late.

So I'm trying to not do that with Christmas. This might turn out to be the only Christmas post I do, though. We'll see. If you're the gambling type, you can start making bets now.

Anyway, the Christmas tree. Isaac and I have been married for a bit more than five years, and we've always had a Charlie Brown-size Christmas tree. When we moved from Utah to Washington, we left our first little tree behind. And then when we bought a new tree...we got one that was maybe six inches taller than the old one. It's kind of becoming a tradition.

 
 It's always Isaac's job to unfold the branches and put on the lights.

 
 Pretty beads. We found them at the dollar store a few years ago.

 
 Some of our ornaments--some are Little Boy's, some were given to us, and some were dollar-store finds like the beads.

 
 Little Boy's face cracks me up. How could I not love that kid?

 
 Can we open presents now?

 
 I like it. It's a cheerful little tree.

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"As we commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ two millennia ago, we offer our testimony of the reality of His matchless life and the infinite virtue of His great atoning sacrifice. None other has had so profound an influence upon all who have lived and will yet live upon the earth."

-The Living Christ

Find Time

"During the hurry of the festive occasion of this Christmas season, find time to turn your heart to God. Perhaps in the quiet hours, and in a quiet place, and on your knees—alone or with loved ones—give thanks for the good things that have come to you."

-Howard W. Hunter

More of the Warmer Days

I'm still pining for the warmer, sunnier days we had this fall.

 





This picture turned out so weird--first, because the leaf looks HUGE (it's a big leaf, but he's holding it really close to the camera); and second, because we were in the shade and I can't get his skin to look anything but gray. Oh well...I swear, my kid isn't a vampire.

And this will for sure (probably, maybe) be my last whiny post about how I wish it were not winter. I think.