Christmas Lights

Let's just say that Madison is in LOVE with Christmas lights. When we drive at night, the whole ride consists of, "MOMMY! LOOK! Out your window... MOMMY, my window!... MOMMY, T-Man's window". She says it as if she's never seen anything like it before. There is a house a block away that has lots of bright, blinking lights all over their house. It's quite guady if you ask me, but she asks to see it every time we drive, and we always do. She calls them the "orange" lights... even though only about 1/20th of them are orange.

Needless to say she consistently has asked Matt to put Christmas lights on "ow' house. Matt told her he would during Thansgiving break, and she would always respond with, "After naptime?". Thanksgiving break came and out the family went. Madison held the long string while Matt hooked them to the roof. After hanging out half of them up, he realized they weren't working. He headed off to Walmart for a new batch. He then put those up all around the house. We went inside, ate dinner, and came back out when it was dark. Madison, Eliott, and I stood on the front lawn while Matt went over to plug them in (it felt oddly like we were in the Christmas Vacation movie). Sure enough, the flickered on, I cheered and Madison looked at them with a straight face. Then plainly looked at me and said, "Mom, I want the orange lights."

The lights were not only bugging Madison, they were bugging my perfectionist husband, as they were quite dangling right. So.... off he went to Walmart to return these and get a new LED set. He rehung for a third time. After a bit of prepping with Madison... telling her how hard Daddy is working to put Christmas lights on our house and many people don't get any Christmas lights, when Matt turned these on, she told him that she liked them... and she does. She talks about them often and when five oclock rolls around and the light flip on, she definitely runs to the window to see.