Christmas tree doin'?

We put up the Christmas tree yesterday afternoon. For the sake of my sanity and desire to not have to constantly tell Dillon to stay away from the tree, we chose to get a smaller tree which we have sitting on top of a small table. It's just high enough that she can see it well, but not get a good enough grip on it to pull it over on herself. Or get ahold of the ornaments. Dave did most of the work of putting up the tree, so it now known as Daddy's Christmas Tree. When she woke up this morning, she wanted to know "Christmas tree doin'?" "Umm, just sitting there honey." What else do Christmas trees do, exactly? Just wasn't sure how to answer that question. I'm sure it's just the beginning of many questions that she'll ask that I won't know how to answer.

We got about 3 inches of snow last night. It started snowing yesterday evening and we stepped out on the back patio to see it. Of course, then she didn't want to come in. "Walk in snow!!" We hadn't put coats on, so she was quite upset with me when we had to come in. It's tough to understand the danger of below freezing temperatures when there's all that fun stuff to play in! She was a little happier at being able to leave shoeprints on top of the picnic table and the grill then looking at them from the inside. It's just the little things that make the difference, I suppose. We went out again this morning before I had to leave for work. Bless her heart, between 2 layers of clothes, snowsuit, snowboots, hats, gloves and 3 inches of snow, balance was impossible. She kept falling down, then couldn't get herself up again. "Momma hold you!" she kept saying. Poor thing. She wasn't as upset at having to come in this time!

There's a newfound fascination with the toilet at our house. She drags a stepstool over to the toilet, puts her little seat up there and says "Diaper off!" As soon as she sits down there is a request for "wipee." Then a flush and another wipee request. And another flush. Sense a pattern here? The very vital part of this that is missing is the peeing part. Thus far, as far as she is concerned, the toilet is for sitting and throwing wipees in. Oh yeah, and for sticking you face in and declaring "Smells good!" For all the imitating she does, I'm going to give her full credit for thinking that one up all on her own!