Wednesday, December 15, 2010

!Charlie Brown Forever!

Ya, it's my brother's name, but sorry Bud - it's the tree I'm gone on. No matter where life takes us, I promise right here, right now to only take home the scrawniest of trees. These guys have always been my best childhood memories, right down to one we had in our back yard. I love giving them some love and let us be honest - a celebrated decoration is truly the highest bar the Browner could ever hope to reach. I mean, what's this one - 10, 15 years old? Yikes. It also touches something within me relating to meager and honest beginnings... a strong journey of building a foundation worth investing in.




Finally got some shots of the boy goofing around on his bed, though the true effect of just how small he was when we first made the trasition is already lost. Growing like a weed, and that darned number on the scale just won't climb with his topline! STILL the 24 pounds he's been for the past i-don't-know-how-many months! But he LOVES his bed and all the cozy blankets that go with it.

1 comment:

  1. Love the tree. The first few Christmas trees when Joleen was a baby were cut from our own pasture. I'd just gotten out of the hospital and we bundled up the baby and drove the old Chevy Truck out in the snowy pasture and cut down a cedar tree. Your Charlie Brown tree brings back some wonderful memories.
    I'm the one in a funk/rut now. I miss having kids at home during the holiday season. I drag my feet putting up the tree and then only because I feel obligated. Very busy at work and just tired when I get home. A grand baby would snap me right of it!
    Merry Christmas to you and your family. I'm glad you came back to writing this blog, I've missed you.

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