My favorite family tradition.

Every year on the Friday after Thanksgiving, we get out our Christmas decorations and put up the tree. I always want to do it sooner, but we always wait until that day. Mike makes fun of me because he says that I treat Thanksgiving like a person whose feelings I don't want to hurt. So for that reason the Christmas decorations have to wait until after we have lived it up with the orange and brown and pilgrims and turkey and parade and everything else that goes along with Thanksgiving. Anyway, we play the same Christmas CD, drink coco, and have a great time. When it is all finished we drink the first eggnog of the season! When Carter was tiny, we wrapped him up in lights and now that picture has also become an annual tradition. Here are my sweet babies all lit up!

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And this is the little surprise that I found in with the Christmas tree this year!

On a completely unrelated side note, I have to tell a less festive story about that morning. You can see that Carter was wearing zip up footie pajamas. He sleeps in a diaper overnight and we had taken it off when he went to the restroom that morning, allowing him to go kamakazie under his pjs because I was too lazy to get him dressed while we were decorating. When I finally went upstairs with him to dress him, I laid him down and promptly unzipped his pajamas forgetting that he was naked underneath. You can guess what happened next. I completely caught his little weiner in the zipper and probably permanently blinded him in pain. I still feel really bad about it. Somebody should put a warning label in footie pajamas that underwear are REQUIRED!