Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Search for a Christmas Tree

On a Sunday afternoon most rational people set aside for football, we decided to up and find a Christmas tree. Didn't think we'd find the time between now and Christmas otherwise. Buxton tried to sabotage our plans with a well-timed nap, but once he woke we dressed up and headed to see dad. If I'm right about this, dad volunteered time as our unofficial Christmas photographer every year of Anna and my relationship that I can remember save one. Here are some shots outside mom and dad's house.





Clearly Buxton had a whale of a time taking pictures. Afterward, dad rode with us up to Camp Thunderbird (right beside where I work) to get a tree from the River Hills Lions Club sale. My first year at the paper I wrote a story on the tree sale and what the money went toward (underprivileged children, the deaf, local emergency services, etc.), and Anna and I decided to get our tree there each year since. Buxton enjoyed all the trees.



Some folks there helped us with our tree.



Then we found the one we wanted, taller than wide to fit perfectly in our living room.



You can almost hear the wheels turning in Buxton's head. He has no idea what to make of a tree in the house. We just wonder how long before he tries climbing it and brings the whole house of cards down. So far so good. Anna just finished decorating as I finish these words, so maybe a picture or two to come later.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Homecoming

So this is almost too dark to see, but it was impromptu so what can I say? You still get the idea. This was my afternoon yesterday.