Without a doubt, this is my least favorite of all our "special" ornaments. Which means there must be a story here. The scene is December 2009, and Shannon is 8 to 10 weeks pregnant. Weeks 6 to 16 of a Shannon pregnancy at our house is a bit like the bombing London in WWII; you hole up, live on whatever rations you were able to carry with you, hope no one dies and wait for it to be over. December is a busy time under the best of circumstances, but with Shannon mostly incapacitated, it was particularly crazy. All three of us did make it out of the house for a trip to Walmart in the week before Christmas, and that is not the time or place to find nice Christmas tree ornaments. But we had to get something, because we were nearly out of time, and there was no way of knowing if Shannon would feel well enough to go shopping another time. So, this is the least bad of the ornaments that were left. I have a vague memory of little Julia liking it.
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