Today we grabbed the munchkins from school and embarked on our annual quest to find the perfect Christmas tree.
We normally cut our tree down, but the lack of time brought us to a local nursery instead.
The munchkins ran like animals being released into the wild. I heard "Mom! Look at this one!" approximately 100 times. Those words were coming from every direction. Along with a nasty glare from the sun.
After we decided on the perfect tree (perfect being debatable), we headed home for tree trimming fun.
Tree trimming was a roaring success based solely on the fact that the tree remained upright.
There was no alarming crash; no shattered ornaments all over the floor.
No little feet rushing down the stairs full of worry.
No laughing, er, watching as Hubby struggled to fix the tree.
Man our tree trim was dull compared to last year.
This year was simply munchkins everywhere, enthusiastically trimming their precious tree.
But we finally put her to bed because we were making no progress with her "remove all ornaments" decorating method.
I then watched as 90% of the ornaments ended up at munchkin eye level in the front center of the tree. This is standard procedure in our house.
Every year, after munchkin bedtime I spend an hour rearranging the ornaments.
No branch on my Christmas tree wants for ornaments once I'm done trimming. Which is how it should be. Ornaments aplenty.