Elias and I have taken to laying under the decorated tree.
We look up through the maze of lights, ornaments and branches and talk about what we see.
"Whas dat?" he'll ask.
"Those are lights. Blue light," I say pointing. "Green light. Yellow light."
"A ba, a ba!" he says gesturing toward a circular ornament.
"That's right! That's a ball!" I'll say. "But not for throwing, just looking."
"Ahhh..." he says.
We lay under the tree every day and I'm constantly amazed at how still with amazement a squirmy toddler can be.