The weekend after Thanksgiving, we went to get our Christmas tree. Lucas had a ROUGH morning, dislocating his elbow and making his first visit to the ER. But he was a trooper.
As you can tell, he got an orange Popsicle for his troubles. It put him in a good mood.
Grandma thought he'd like the present wagon.
At first, he was looking for Mom (MIA) and Dad (paying and tying the tree to the Jeep).
He sucked it up...
...and enjoyed hanging out.
It's hard to clap with gloves on, Grandma.
Nevermind. I got it.
Preview for Christmas: He instinctively knew how to open gifts.
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