Dax loved every part of having a tree in our house. When we opened the patio door and started bringing our carefully picked our tree into our house, he about blew a gasket with excitement overload.
He was more than happy to help decorate, destroy and then un-decorate his Dad's efforts. I carefully rocked Rockwell to sleep, sat back and laughed at the whole project.
Dax discovered the best way to get the lights to stay on the tree was to stand on the fireplace and throw them.
And then when they would stick, he'd look at me and do this fist pump with the accompanying "Woohoo, I did it!".
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