Da tree is up. In all its white-lighted, ornamented glory.
It started out as a small thing - one of the nurses and I were talking about Christmas decorations, and I thought Ooh, I should get those out tonight. The kids are so excited, and they're bummed I'm being a hard-ass and won't get out the tree until December first.
Then, of course, half the decorations were tucked away in the tree box and once the tree came down from the attic it was all over.
But I learned several things tonight.
First, the begging and pleading goes four-fold when Cass and Rosey unite in a common goal.
Secondly, mention Christmas decorations and they'll clean anything. Cheerfully. (It was a little eerie, actually.)
And they're awesome at ornament hanging. My tree makes sense this year.
Lastly, I'm screwed if I don't get a second tree for next year. I have a collection of Christmas ornaments. Bear has a collection of Christmas ornaments. The kids BOTH have collections of Christmas ornaments. Collectively, we have a metric ton of Christmas ornaments and I know we're going to get more every year, what with grandparents and great-grandparents and teachers and other family members.
This year, we didn't even take any of the new ones from last year out of the boxes.
I need another Christmas tree. And it's not even December yet.