Holidays are so much fun with kids. I love hearing them squeal with delight as I get out their little Christmas trees. When I told Maeve that we were going to get a tree after dinner she shouted "oh JOY!" and took off down the hallway on her scooter. It's worth noting that she happened to be Scooter Girl at the time and was wearing a much too small Strawberry Shortcake stocking cap, a ladybug backpack and sunglasses.
We headed to Lowe's and it took Mathew what seemed like two hours to decided what kind of rainbow lights to get for the tree. I have always been adamantly opposed to the ghetto looking rainbow lights, but Maeve loves them and I won't have to listen to her complain about how boring it is to look at plain white lights.
The kids ran up and down the tree isles shrieking and pointing to all of the perfect trees. Then Maeve found "the ONE". It actually happened to be a series of "the ONE" because once Mathew picked up the tree she found a few more that seemed to fit the bill. Thankfully, we were able to avoid a Christmas tree tantrum because Maeve was distracted by the "smoke" coming out of her mouth each time she spoke. The tree fit nicely in the van (which I love, by the way) and we headed home.
It is a tradition in our household to listen to Christmas music as we put up the tree. Unfortunately, DJ Finn hid our only Christmas CD. Our substitution? Johnny Cash. Folsom Prison Blues didn't exactly put me in the Christmas mood, but Finn danced regardless and it didn't deter Maeve from asking Mathew every two seconds if it was time to put on the star.
The star was eventually put on and the ghetto lights looked fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that we couldn't help but sit around the tree and sing Christmas songs. Maeve's singing Cookie Monster stocking also joined us for his rendition of Jingle Bells.
Every night when we tuck Maeve into bed we tell her "sweet dreams". Tonight she corrected us and said, "sweet Merry Christmas dreams".