Trimming the Tree
We got our Christmas tree yesterday. Last year we put up a fake one. The Goblin Child was toddling about and the kitty was young, a full sized tree seemed like disaster waiting to happen. Before that we had usually gone out and cut our own tree. It was the most fun, searching for hours up and down the draws until we found just the right tree. In the wild pine trees look nothing like farm grown Christmas trees. Just thinking about attempting the search with Goblin Child in tow was more than we could handle.
So we bought one. It is beautiful and perfectly shaped and spray painted green. Seriously? Why do they feel the need for that?
The Goblin Child refused to get out of the pick up and help choose the perfect one so we left her sitting inside where it was warm playing on her tablet while we braved the wind and cold, thirteen degrees, to try to figure out the prices.
While she napped that afternoon we put up the tree and brought down Christmas decorations. When she awoke it was time for her to help decorate the tree. She loved it. Happily attempting to name the color of every ornament, usually green colors are so hard, she then matched them with a light bulb of the corresponding color. I was so busy trying to get the decorations out of their packaging fast enough to keep up with her that it took me awhile to notice her collection of bulbs. Apparently that was the perfect spot to hang them.
Sorry about the sideways video. I know there is a certain way the camera has to be facing for it to take upright videos. I never can remember what way that is.