Yesterday we put up the tree. It’s small. Very small. I think I’ve mentioned that Timber, our Siberian Husky, thinks that all trees are trees regardless of where they are situated. So they are all fair game for the raising of his leg. So this tree is above his leg raising capability. But Davey was so excited about our little tree. He’s been waiting for me to wrap so he can put more presents underneath it.
Standing proudly by his tree:
Yesterday, David and Davey also went shopping for my birthday. David told Davey that the presents were surprises, and that he shouldn’t tell me what they were. This had Davey terribly torn. He did not like keeping something like this to himself.
Last night he said, “Mommy, your surprise….” Then he stopped and said, “Whew, that was close.” I guess he’d stopped himself just in time.
So today, David told Davey he should tell me if he wanted to. So we were in Ft Collins, and Davey was in his stroller. I leaned down and Davey whispered to me very seriously, “a purse and a….” He whispered something else that I didn’t understand. After he was done, you could see his relief in having unburdened himself.
This evening he said, “Mommy. I feel so much better since I told you about your surprise!” Poor Davey. It was weighing heavily upon his mind.