Traditions That Stick

Part of moving to a new place is figuring out which traditions are going to stick. This year, we headed to the tree lighting at Town Center -- which I equated to the lighting of the big old oak tree in Danville (which, I'm told, now includes flying fairies). I was soon to find out that my expectations were a tad high. This cold and blustery night (the likes of which we haven't seen since -- it's balmy here with not a stitch of rain) had us bundled up, and ready for a big show and even a Santa sighting.

Papa and Fordy ready to rock...

Grandma and Abs anxiously awaiting….

And we ran into one of Abby's friends from preschool! 

The best part of the night !

(does this tell you whether this tradition is a one-time thing?)

There was music and loud hollering.

There was a tree lighting that went something like this…

"Okay! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" 

(Wah wah wah… a little tree lit up)

And then, Santa did come.

A high 5 was had.

And it was over.

But I think she liked it.

So you'll have to tune in next year to find out if this gets better with age.

A year ago, we were doing this.

Which is appropriate seeing that we started ballet this week.

After crying and screaming after trying on the "cheap" tights from Payless,

the expensive Capezio pair were just right.

Hallelujah.

Hanging her bag by the door (filled with her tap and ballet shoes)...

Heading in to class with the required outfit…

you many only wear pink tights and a black leotard.

And hanging with a new bestie who we love, little (well, very tall) Zoe.

1127. a new ballet time

1128. wonderful moms to chat with during ballet

1129. clothes that fit

1130. ford's crazy gymnastic moves