Sunday, December 5, 2010

Slow Tree



It may have taken all the live-long week, but the tree is up, in all its artificial charm and finery.

Cory and I argued over who had to do it/when it had to be done/etc... I'm sorry to say that I don't enjoy putting it up or taking it down. Those strands of lights plum do me in. The tangles, the inexplicable blinking, the deadbeats.

What I do enjoy is having it up. I enjoy seeing the glow from the dark of our bedroom. It warms me.

The kids clamored to haul it out and then roughly eight minutes in, they bailed to the toy room, where Ruby donned the pink Princess garb and Calvin took to his make-shift drum set, providing the necessary rhythm for her interpretive dance.

And I know you can't tell it from this picture, but Siley inflicted his usual variety of madness upon the lot of us until he was finally whisked off to his crib. And may it be said that whenever I refer to his crib, I mean it in the "MTV Cribs" sort of way. Homey parties up there nightly. We should see about hooking him up with some flashy rails and a faux-leather bumper. An icebox for his sippy cups? Perhaps.

In the end, it was just me, myself, I, Cory and the Strands from Hades.

Cory oversaw basic construction and expertly compensated for our one lost limb.

I was the flat-headed fluffer.

Post-decorating festivities included needle-nosed pliers and one wee tooth.

The following morning Calvin ran downstairs with his dollar bill and said, "All along, I thought the tooth fairy wasn't real! I thought it was just a regular adult pretending to be the tooth fairy!"


Next night, same drill.

Next night, same ponytail.



Only this time, the kids got in on the action.

I've made a minor modification to last year's Newspaper tree, but you'll just have to wait for that.

I'd also like to take a moment to report that Festive music appears to be growing on me ever-so-slightly.

Allaya'lls holiday cheer must be radiating out of this here screen.

I still can't stomach Deck the Halls, but progress is progress.