This Boy is a Ham.

We set up the Christmas tree tonight.

M. and the boys were thrilled, while I was trying to squelch my "It's not even December yet! The tree can't go up! You're messing with my holiday timetable!" inner monologue.

Flexibility, Thy name is not Hillary.

But we all had fun, and the tree is up and looking lovely. Afterwards, we had the obligatory photo session, and Colson's were full of shots like these:


Sweet, hammy, wonderful, our year-old innocence.