On Sunday, the three of us headed out to Mulino (about 20 miles outside of West Linn) to do some old fashioned Christmas tree hunting. We have been to this same lot 2 or 3 years previously...it belongs to the father-in-law of a friend of ours. We put Spencer in the Baby Bjorn, slipped on our rubber boots, and off we went! It didn't take very long to find a nice 10-foot noble...my favorite. Spencer did great until our friend Cary (who cuts the trees and hauls them back on the tractor) started up the chainsaw. It turns out he still has a startle reflex. There were quite a few crocodile tears before he settled down.
It took a few days this year to get all the decorations up, but I'm finally finished and it looks festive and cozy ( I decorated quite a bit of the tree with Spencer in the Baby Bjorn...I just had to be careful not to let a branch poke him in the eye!). Spencer's stocking hangs on the mantle between mine and Brad's. He is fascinated by all of the lights on the tree and bright, shiny ornaments. He fell asleep a few nights ago while I was downstairs, so I laid him in a basket beside the tree that is full of blankets...he slept there for about 30 minutes and when he woke up he was happy to lay there and look at the lights for awhile. I think this is going to be a very special Christmas!
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