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Tis the Season Tuesday





Okay, so I will start with the good stuff...we decorated our house for Christmas (with my mom's help) and it looks beautiful! The Christmas tree that we picked up at the farm is the best tree I have ever had! Unfortunately we couldn't put Christmas lights up on our house. Our roof is too steep for Scott to do it and the lighting companies were pretty booked when we finally checked into getting them done. So, we have our lonely lighted reindeer and three lighted Christmas trees outside this year. We will be more on top of things next year making our Christmas light reservation in August (I know, crazy right?!).


Onto the other half of my ranting. Today was Christmas picture day for Jackson. I took him to MyGym this morning hoping that allowing him to play first would help him do well while taking pictures. I have never struggled with him to get his picture taken. He's always been pretty good except for wanting to move out of the shot from time-to-time. Well, today was another story. He flipped out wanting NOTHING to do with getting his picture taken! We tried everything; singing, playing, giving him toys, bribing him with candy, you name it. Still, nothing worked. So, I left Sears sweaty with high blood pressure. Of course, he was fine once we left. We went about our day with our friends, Aunt Bre, Gavin, and Eli.
After lunch Bre and I had the terrific idea of letting the kids see Santa and get their picture taken. Yes, we are insane. The boys had just eaten lunch and were in good moods so we thought, "why not?". While standing in line (which was very short), the boys were excited to see Santa. However, once we got up there Jack gripped onto me so tight. But, I thought I'd torture myself just a bit more and set him on Santa's lap. BIG mistake. He cried and cried. I should've taken Santa's advice when he told me that he knew Jackson was not going to have any part of this. "But", I thought, "what does Santa know?" Of course I ordered the picture of Jackson crying on Santa's lap. I figured he tortured me for the day now I will torture him for the rest of his life with his picture with Santa in which he is crying. I now have the picture sitting on my counter so that I may be reminded of my insanity and that life with a toddler is always unpredictable!























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Anonymous said…
Poor megs... Actually, poor Jackson! His mother is so toturous!
December 4, 2007 at 5:48 PM
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