After a 2 year layoff due to moving one year and Trot being a holy terror the next, a real live Christmas tree is now in my living room. The house smells great, I've got pine tar all over my hands and my wall has a new hole in it for the wire being used to keep the tree from getting pulled over.
Yes. My tree is tied to the wall. We learned our lesson last year after hearing a sound much like a Sasquatch doing a belly flop and found Trot lying flat on his back with the artificial tree on top of him. I think he was trying to climb it, but he could have just been seeing if he could hit his brother with it; it could really go either way.
Ang put the lights on while I supervised from the comfort and safety of the upstairs office and Ciera and Rakes put the ornaments on.
There are now 37 ornaments hung approximately 2 feet 7 inches off the ground.
Ciera proves she's the brains in the operation by getting the step stool out to actually get something on the top side of the tree.
Finally, just to show we all haven't turned into "The Waltons" here's a picture that shows the true spirit of the night; Ciera saying something to Rakes that caused him to break out the "Derek Lowe" face for the first, but sadly not the last time tonight.
You gotta love the holidays. Time with the family, trimming the tree, and every 5 seconds brings a fresh round of crying, whining, yelling, and random attacks with a plastic light saber.
There are still 28 days left until Christmas.
God bless us, everyone.
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