So we came to a compromise with the whole getting a tree thing. Ususally I make Clyde walk around the Christmas Tree place on tippy toes with his arms in the air. "Why?" I hear you ask? Well, that is the exact height from floor to ceiling and I want to make sure I get every centimeter of tree I possibly can. But, given the reasons in my previous post, we decided that a pint sized tree would be just the ticket this year and that we would just decorate it with our special ornaments. So, as you can see, Sof decided the tree tasted good enough and we decided the tree looked good enough so we packed it up and took it home.
Hanging Sofia's first ornament. Daddy got dressed up especially for the occasion....just kidding. He actually is a working musician right now.
Which brings us to the whole tuxedo thing. Grandma, Grandpa, Sofia and I attended the Singing Christmas Tree to hear her Daddy play. For those of you not in Sacramento "The Tree" is a huge lighted Christmas Tree filled with a choir. Yip, that tree is filled with people. It is probably about 11 stories (body stories) high and quite impressive in real life. Anyway, Clyde has played the show for the last 4 years or so and we go each year. I was a bit anxious as to how Sof would do but she loved it, especially when the music was playing. She bounced up and down, clapped her hands (sometimes even in the right spots) and had plenty to say about it all. In fact, we had to leave during the second half, not because she was bad, but she was still having plenty to say and quite loudly and that is when the show gets to the serious stuff.
Intermission. By this point Sofia had ditched both shoes under the pew in front of us as well as her Marylou doll. Mum had to crawl around gathering up belongings. Sofia also flirted with all the people in the row behind us, blowing kisses to everyone. Unfortunately, they blew them back, which she thought was very funny.
My work here is done! Think I'll take a walk. Do you think that smile could possibly get any bigger?
2 comments:
So, this year the tree is as tall as Sofia standing on her tip-toes with her arms up in the air?
Does this mean that Daddy will have to get down to Sof's level and crawl?Definitely to be seen through a child's eye! Mimi will fit in between
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