Lights and little trees...

This is the front of our Christmas card.  

When the Christmas Bush was still a Monster, Eva was only happy when she had the lights.

I didn't let her eat them for more than a second... I promise.

The inside reads "May your holidays be merry and bright!"

Cheesy, I know - but so is putting your baby on your holiday card.

I never thought I would be "that parent" that sends out cards and pictures of their child when ever there is an excuse to do so.

At this point, I would send a brag book of her to everyone... regardless if they wanted it not.

Recently, at the library, there was a bonsai show.

I walked around for a little while showing Eva the "pretty trees."

Up until she tried to grab one.
 I thought the owner was going to have an aneurism.

I was eavesdropping and heard things like:

"She was such a scraggly thing after I first trimmed her."

"My big guy here picked up some mold a few shows ago... I am so glad we are over it now."

"Look how much foliage she has grown over this season"

"She finally bloomed... yep... she did it!  Sooner than I thought too!"

"After her limb was infected... it was touch and go for a few weeks."

(Really, I kid you not.)

They were so proud, and so attentive to these little plants.

Some had names even.

There was a contest to get your tree featured in a calendar.

There was a lot of hope to be on the cover.

I get it -----"little tree" growers.

I do.