We finally got around to putting up our Christmas tree. We've been so busy we weren't even sure when we'd fit it in. I admit that I suggested skipping it, but... no way.
We have fun traditions around this that include music, food, and Mommy feeding Daddy bites of sausage and crackers while he tries to figure out why half the light-string is dead.
The more kids involved, the more fun, in my opinion.
Andrew was a little hesitant, at first.
But he watched Evan doggedly decorating the same two branches and then he just had to join in.
He mostly stayed close to the table and inhaled slices of sausage (yeah, you don't even want to know what his diaper was like this morning), but then he demonstrated his enthusiasm by kissing a snowman.
We all agreed that this might be among our strangest-looking tree yet, but I think that's getting to be a tradition as well. When the trees come from our own yard with no grooming whatsoever, what you get is... what you get. I don't think we would know what to do with a "perfect" tree.
But when the 7-year old is exclaiming repeatedly about how beauuuuuutiful our Christmas tree is, perfection hardly matters.
And speaking of "perfection": I do not redistribute the ornaments after the kids go to bed. However they put them on is how they stay. They get moved around over and over everyday anyway! Nathan and I just couldn't stop chuckling over Evan's "favorite branch" decorating style.
There is just no way I'm changing that.