Last weekend we set up our Christmas trees.

Sesame and I scoped out the trees at the garden store Friday morning then we all went back to pick one out in the evening. We set up our plaid and deer themed tree first. As we were putting it together I kept thinking how beautiful Christmas lights are and wondering why we don’t have them up all year long.
Twelve minutes later I was fighting with a clump of half broken lights on our fake tree and declaring that I can’t stand Christmas lights. How quickly my tune changed. It would be stating the obvious to point out that we had a major tree malfunction.

We couldn’t find the fake tree stand and the tree itself was falling apart so we threw it out and got a second real tree for the rest of our ornaments. I love Christmas trees and I love our tradition of having multiple trees, but this year it hasn’t turned out so well. In our last house we had an upstairs and a downstairs living room so we put a tree in each and it worked out perfectly. We only have one living room in this house so we have a trees in opposite corners of the room. We have two trees, two couches, two bookcases, a tv stand and various toys all in the living room. And the living room is far from large. In other words, there’s almost no room for us in our own house. It’s like walking into a furniture filled forest. I’m seriously considering moving a tree to another room because there’s nothing relaxing about all these huge trees. Is it weird to have a large tree in a bathroom? I’m asking for a friend.


Opa sent us a bunch of Christmas cookies and AB took the basket they came in and made it a bed for Baby Belle. She keeps holding the bed up to the tree so her baby can see. 

Try not to slip on the puddle my heart made on the floor.