Oh, Christmas Tree

I had this wonderful vision of our family jamming to Christmas music, sipping hot chocolate and decorating the tree. Oh, and of course laughing merrily and bright! Not so much.

 

What did happen was a very tired and whiny 2 year old who only got involved with decorating for about 10 minutes when we worked on her tree while we waited for Daddy to get home, but that is all the work she was determined to do.

 So while Daddy and Mommy strung lights, without Christmas music. But the TV was going... does that count? It might have been on frosty, too.

 Easton was having a "parade" with ribbon, all the ribbon....

 While Daddy took our crazy 2 year old up for bath and bed. Mommy finished the tree with ornaments and put up the stockings and other Christmas decorations. So it wasn't a picture perfect evening putting the tree up, but it sure the heck turned out beautifully.

The Adventures of getting a Freaking Tree

Like every year, we headed out to chopped down a Christmas tree. But this year it was a DISASTER.  We loaded up and headed south to Louisburg. A co-worker of mine told me about a tree farm just off 69 hwy. After an hour and half of walking and looking at trees, we decided to bail. Everything looked dry and dead. If I am going to spend $52 on a tree it better not look like its on the brink of death.

 

At least the trip wasn't a total waste... Easton loved the tractor ride.

She kept saying "Momma, I am playing in the forest. Come find me!"

 By the time we arrived to tree farm #2, Bug was out. She sleep on Josh's shoulder the entire time we searched for a tree. Once again, we were really disappointed. Finally I decided, Screw this! There is a Home Depot down the street. We loaded up and headed to Home Depot.

 Tree farm #3... a little more concrete than we would like, but hey....

 

 

 We rolled out with a Christmas Tree!

Thanksgiving... a tumble... Bambi...

Well, I don't know about your Thanksgiving, but I have to be thankful for. What I was not thankful for, however, is the bloody mouth and busted lip from Easton's tumble down the stairs and the toddler turd I cleaned up off the bathroom floor. All this before noon. Nonetheless, I am thankful for my family and friends. 

This year was different. I am not usually a big fan of spending holidays away from each other, but with our busy schedule this year it looked like Thanksgiving week was the only time Josh would be able to get some hunting in. So off to Fort Scott he went to spend time freezing his bickets off in a deer stand. The trip was a success and we now have a beety eyed deer head hanging out in our deep freeze...

 

While Daddy was out shooting Bambi, Easton and enjoyed the parade with my family.

 

Ready to do some cooking.

Saturday we headed out to see Christmas in the Park and Easton had her first introduction to QT hot chocolate. Like her Momma, she LOVED it! So much she gulped it down in no time.

After an hour and fifteen minute wait, we finally made it into Christmas in the Park. Easton enjoyed seeing the lights, but I don't think we will be back anytime soon. Fifteen minutes of lights for over an hour wait just isn't worth it.

 



Bug Update!

Boy, have we entered into a whole new territory. Recently Easton has been 2 going on 30. She is smart, scary smart. Repeating sayings and phrases in context. Sassy, too.

One night on our way home from daycare, Easton kept using the word stupid. Ugh.... So after many threats, I busted out the liquid hand soap. A squirt and spanking later, I had a very upset 2 year who learned a tough lesson. Not only are we dealing with the word stupid, but damn it also. As in, "Damn it, Harlie!" Yep, correct use of the word. No, we don't say "Damn it, Harlie", but Papa has been known to drop the d-word a time or two. Since the mouth washing episode, we haven't heard stupid or other bad words. It had such an affect on her that she heard her Papa say a bad word and went and grabbed the hand soap off out bathroom and handed it to her. Fair is fair! She is also very straight forward with telling EVERYONE that we don't say bad words because we get soap in our mouth. Was is it extreme or dramatic? Maybe, but the point I was trying to make.. stuck... and hasn't left.

Time out is a thing of the past. It just doesn't work on her. Taking toys away and swatting her bottom gets better results aside from the whole soap thing.

Other than her sailor mouth, Easton is stinking cute. She cracks me up all the time. Here are some favorites:

• As she runs around the house naked she yells "I'm streaking!"
• In her sweetest, kindest voice she tells me "Momma, your my best friend".
• Not that we are regulars at McDonald's, but she will say "Cheeseburger and fries, Momma! Go to Donalds!"
• Every time we stop at QT to get gas, she says "Need drink, Momma!" As in, she wants to go inside and get a drink, a juice or slushy.

We still have Easton her crib. I honestly don't know when we will transition into a toddler bed. I fear that as soon as we take the plunge into toddler bed, we will have nightly 3:00 am wake up calls. And quiet frankly, I am selfish and want my sleep. Don't fix what ain't broke... right?!

Easton is a people pleaser, especially a Mommy and Daddy pleaser. She wants to do good and she says "Momma, I am a good girl?". One time when she had an accident she told my dad "Hurry Papa! Put them on quick. Momma is coming!" He was changing her undies and I was coming in to talk to her about peeing in them. She didn't want me to know. She will tell people "It upsets Mommy when I pee in my undies". Because I have told her so many times, that peeing in her undies makes me upset because you are such a big girl and know what you are supposed to do.