A Tra-Tra-Tree!

We got our Christmas tree a couple of weeks ago.  Let’s just say it was a hit!

For one Christmas and one more week of our lives, I get to hear James say “a tra-tra-tree!”  With all the inflection and enthusiasm in the world.  He loves Christmas trees.  And I figure by next year, he’ll either say it correctly, or say it differently.  But for now, I’m loving every tra-tree syllable I can get.

We looked at all the trees, picked out our favorite,

 

and were pleasantly surprised to take the tree with us!

Then we went home to bring the tree into our house… What?  A tree in a house?  James was filled with more confusion and excitement than I ever thought possible.

So what did he do?  He helped Daddy.

{And I clearly, by the way, did not help.}

Eventually a kid gets tired, right?

But he wouldn’t let go of the tree.  In fear that it would soon be gone.  So we gave up his shirt instead.  In Mommy’s fear of sap stains.

And finally, he sat down.  On the window sill behind the tree.

We had lunch, James napped then, we decorated the tree when he woke up.  I put camera down for the day and decided to help out. :)

I snapped this from my phone one day.

And that’s the best/only picture we have of our tree.  If there is one thing proven on this Christmas tree day for the Helfers; it’s that boys are busy.  Very, very busy.