Victoria won us tickets to go see the National Christmas Tree be lit (lighted???) and it was oodles of fun. The weather wasn't as cold as it could have been, which was good because Sol did not make it down there with a coat. As you can tell, he had to borrow Victoria's.
See that kid on the shoulders of some dude blocking our view of the tree? That kid is probably 6 and is perched on a normal sized man. For most of the time, DIRECTLY in front of us was a huge man with a 12 year old on his shoulders. So I did not see much of the show. Also because I am short.
Here are four of Finley's reactions to some of the special guests at the ceremony.
I was so excited hear the voice of one of my closest friends, Mr. Randy Jackson. We weren't sure if it was him for a long time because he didn't say, "For you, for me, that was kind of pitchy, dawg." Also, we have confirmed that our son is a Republican. He cried real tears when ole Obama came out. We are trying to make sure he understands that it is important to respect the President no matter what, but babies are hard to reason with. In summary, Finn was thrilled with Randy, scared of Obama, in awe of Santa and pretty much in love with Miss Sparks. The face of a child says so much... especially the mouth part.
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