Charlie Brown

"Bickis trees!" were everywhere today, sweet boy, and you were in heaven. We lucked into a beautiful, warm December 1st, and your dad, me, our friends, and your GaGa and PaPa all went to the Elgin Christmas Tree Farm.

I was planning on a wonky day because the farm didn't open until noon, right at your nap time, but you were a total champ. We ate BBQ and then headed to the farm to chop our tree. And holy smokes, wouldn't you know a tractor pulled up to take us out to the trees? Hayride surrounded by Christmas trees? It was true love. 

We spent the rest of the day putting up Christmas lights, while you napped, and once you woke up, I made brownies and we brought out the ornaments (you say that word so well). We ate (you opted for carrot chips rather than brownies, but I'm trying not to judge you) and decorated the rest of the evening. As you finished dinner, the Charlie Brown theme song came on the Pandora Christmas station, and you yelled, "Brown! Brown! Brown!" until we finally figured out you were talking about Charlie Brown. Sometimes I'm not quite sure how you know things. You have a Charlie Brown doll that plays that song, but I'm almost certain you've never seen the video. We jumped down from the table and hustled to your dad and my big bed and snuggled in to watch Charlie Brown Christmas. And just like that a tradition was born. Forever and always I want our day-we-get-a-Christmas-tree day to look like this. Magic. Pure Christmas magic. Can't wait to spend this holiday season with you.