On the weekend we went to get our Christmas tree. It was only a twenty minute drive but Isabelle fell asleep.

When she woke up she was out of it. There was a Santa type guy at the lot. I say Santa type because he had a white beard but wasn’t dressed in the red suit. He was greeting people and handing out candy canes. As we walked by he offered one to Isabelle who promptly started to cry. It was the funniest thing. I wish I had it on tape. I guess that means no Santa this year. I mean if she wouldn’t even let a Santa guy talk to her, she will most assuredly not sit on one’s lap. We had been walking around for a while but in this picture you can tell she’s still out of it.

The next day at home she kept going up to the tree. She tried to sit on it and pull at the needles. Maybe she was smelling it.