We are having a fun and busy Christmas season so far, just like all of you. When we returned from New York, we really had to get in gear to get everything done. On Sunday, we went to get our Christmas tree. It would probably be easier to have a faux tree, but Corin and I both very much enjoy going to pick out a real tree. The only snafu in the whole tree selection process this year was that the tree lot had this giant barrel with a fire in it right near where you wait to pick up your tree. While Corin was in line to pay, I took the kids over to the fire barrel to warm our hands. I demonstrated how to hold your hands close to the barrel to warm them up. I suspect you are two steps ahead of me. Why I thought this was a good idea, I don't know. Anyhow, as you probably guessed, Evan put both of his hands onto the barrel and burned his fingertips pretty badly. He is such a tough little cookie. The tree lot people kept offering to go get ice or medicine or any number of other things and Evan kept saying he was fine. However, as soon as we got in the car, he dropped the tough-guy act and let us know just how bad his fingers hurt. The plan to stop for dinner was thwarted. Instead, we stopped on the way home to get burn cream. When Corin came back to the car with the medicine and asked Evan which fingers hurt, he very innocently tucked in all fingers on both hands and held out just his "bird" fingers to Corin. We are still waiting for the blisters to heal. Poor little guy! After all that, we did manage to get the tree decorated, and we were all pretty pleased. None so much as Pressley who proclaimed in awe every time she walked down the stairs for three days: "Oh, oh! My tree! It's b-eau-ti-ful!!"
On Monday night, we went to ride the Pink Pig with some folks from our Sunday School class. It was a perfect outing. We met at the ticket booth at 6 pm, rode the train twice (thanks to Helen and her 2 rides for the price of 1 coupons), and then had dinner in the food court. From this day forward, I will always go to the Pink Pig on a Monday night. There was no line for tickets, and the employees let us actually stay on the train for our second ride rather than making us wait in the (short) line to ride again. SOOOO much easier than last year when we got there on a Friday morning at opening time and waited an hour for tickets and then another 30 minutes to ride the train. Both of the kids enjoy the ride, but Pressley was especially expressive. When we first took off, she turned to me and said, "I LOVE this train!" and clapped her hands.
Kids play on the interactive mat thingee near the ticket booth
Pressley, Evan and Mommy on the Pink Pig
All the kiddos "pose" for a picture before heading to the food court for dinner
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