Yesterday morning Brennen awoke and began to sing from his crib. Gratefully, he does this many mornings. I could hear him as I was getting ready for work as quietly as I could. The thought occurred to me that ideally every morning ought to begin in song. Brennen has it right, and I have much to learn.
Tonight we went Christmas tree hunting as a family in the midst of a significant snowstorm. It was fun and we bought a tree from Charles, who stakes out a corner of the local Menard’s parking lot. We bought our tree from him last year as well. Brennen helped me pick out the tree, which is a fine little tree for our cottage. After getting Brennen to bed, eating a late dinner and having a review of the budget, we were too tired to deal with getting the tree in a stand. Since I had some work to finish, Danielle and Kate went to bed and while they were sleeping I cut the tree, brought it in the house and set it up in the dark. (No telling how crooked it is until morning!) Well, friends, if you’re reading this before everyone here awakens, it will be our little secret. :)
