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These snow boots for Fletcher arrived last night just as the snow began to fall.

And today he gets to try them out in this. I mean is his mom a rock star or what!?! I totally planned that perfectly, didn’t I!

The new year brings about change and in the Allen Household, change is upon us. There comes a time in every little boys life where he must SLEEP IN HIS OWN BED. My little three and a half year old has not fallen asleep or slept without his mother close by his entire life (don’t judge) and much to his dislike and his mother’s, uhmm… mixed feelings, Sunday night was D-day. Daddy drew a line in the sand and while I agree with him that having a toddler’s feet in your face and head across the other’s stomach isn’t the most desired position for obtaining the recommended 8 hours sleep, I selfishly don’t want to lose that snuggle time with my already-growing-up-way-to-fast little boy. The process has not been easy for my sweet little boy who , generally not a crier, has let out some pretty Oscar worthy wales the past 2 nights. Hubby and I came up with a plan. (Okay, I came up with a plan and told hubby exactly how this thing was going to go down.) We really talked up the whole thing to Fletch. We equipped his bed and room with everything he needed and wanted. (at last count, there were 3, yes 3 night lights, a cowboy quilt, a woobie, sheets with trucks, chap-stick, water, a radio playing country music, and every stuffed animal he owns all there waiting to aid Fletch in his quest. (okay, mine and my hubby’s quest.) I’ve stayed on task. The Hubster seems to be working against me at times. Like on the first night when he brought Fletcher into our bed at 3 in the am, or when he tucked Fletch in and told him “not to worry, nothing was going to “get” him”. What?!!? Did you seriously just say that to him!! Ahhh! Or last night when after my 1 hour shift sitting outside the bedroom door, he gave in after 30 minutes and move the chair beside Fletcher’s bed. We have a plan man! Stick with it! Work with me! Tonight is night 3. It’s got to get better, right? Hopefully, I can keep Fletcher and the Hubbers straight. I guess I will just add this to the list of things Fletch is going to need therapy for when he gets older.

We live in the South, so this is probably about the closest we will get to a White Christmas. I don’t remember the last time we had the white stuff on the ground at the same time we had Christmas decorations out. So….

Christmas Decorations + Snow = White Christmas

As tradition in the Allen household states, we must drive to the mountains and pick out our Christmas tree. This year was no different, only instead of going the day after Thanksgiving as tradition states, we went the day before. Why haven’t we done that sooner?!? Unlike previous years, we were the only ones there. I mean, besides the dudes working there, we were the ONLY ones there. It was awesome. No guarding your tree to make sure no one else gets it while you send someone to lug up and down the mountain looking for the guy with the chain saw. No waiting for the tree to be brought down the mountain to be wrapped up. No waiting in line to pay for said tree. None of that, just a stress free, quite ride up the mountain with the hubbers and Fletch.
After some creative rearranging of the furniture, we got the tree up and started to decorate it.
Fletch is 3 and really “gets” Christmas this year. He was a good little helper. He had all the ornaments out the the box before the hubbers and I got the lights on the tree.

He topped it all off with candy canes. We spent Sunday putting all the decorations are out and I’m ready. (Kind of.)
My sister thought it would be a good idea to tell a 3 year old that he really needed a go cart for Christmas.(Never gonna happen.) She even gave him a clipping from the newspaper. Now, every one in the family knows that you should not make suggestions to my OCD kid unless you are committed to that suggestion. So, now I have spent the last 3 days trying to explain to a stubborn 3 year old that his Aunt is crazy and should have never made such a suggestion because Santa isn’t going to bring him a go cart. Thanks Aunt Has-No-Sense. Your day will come. I think your little girl is going to need a pony when she is three.