And If I have my way, sometime before we leave town, I will feel like those things are picture worthy. Trouble is, It's Begining to Look a Lot Like a Toddler Lives Here at Christmas.
The tree is really, not looking it's best. We decorated it with the kids, knowing full well that we'd have to re-decorate at a later time when they were asleep or something. But we haven't gotten to that yet. We are going to have to break up some "famawees" (families) and hope Ava doesn't notice.
She likes to hang all like objects together. When I'd hand her one, she'd stop and look and say, "hmmm...where is his famawee?" And then when she'd spot the place they were all hanging together, she'd hang up another brother or sister right in a line.
The Red Ball famawee
The hard to see, Green Bird FamaweeAnd maybe if we could just get all the ornaments up and then ignore the tree completely, Luke might too. Instead I keep finding trails of ornaments through the house. Here's one in my sewing stuff,
One under the futon,
One more behind the briefcase,
And there are always a few victims hanging out under the tree.
I finally got some hooks to hang up the greenery and stockings but haven't gotten to that yet either. My intentions have been good. My execution has not. Upon arriving home from Thanksgiving, there was strep throat, followed by sick Ava with an ear infection, and then this week, Luke has croup which we discovered after one really scary incident where he couldn't breathe. He's on the mend but I just haven't been on top of things lately.
And passing by the nativity this morning, I found that Mary and Joseph have a friendly visitor of the polar variety.
One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn't belong!
And now I am thinking, maybe I shouldn't fight it. Maybe the tree should look like it was decorated by a three year old and I should let my little boy enjoy pilfering the plastic ornaments and strewing them around the house. Because this is their house too, and really the magic of Christmas and the accompanying traditions are mostly for them. Of course we enjoy it all but I want them to enjoy it too.
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That's what I think-let it be. Less stress for you and they enjoy it too. Oh, goodness, I'm a poet and didn't know it:) Besides, doesn't it make you smile to look at your tree and think that Ava knows families are special? Made me smile!
That girl is sorting! Hugely valuable skill for both math and reading. Keep on sorting and putting them with their famawees. I also like how she gives life to inanimate obects. I do that as well.
Also, are you sure it's Luke thats taking down the ornaments? Could it be Sophie?
Ha! I had the same thought as Dishes. My kids did love to use the ornaments for toys so I do know they can get around. I think the ornaments floating around is one of Paul's secret pet peeves. When they all get in the box where they will not get under the bed again till next year ha just has this certain smile of satisfaction. I personally am feeling a little like the days of little ones are numbered for me. So enjoy all the things that are the way they are because your kids are little because they don't last forever.
Yeah, I'm starting to think am just going to let things be.
And know it's Luke and not Sophie cause catch him red handed every single day!
And I can picture Paul with his satisfied look on his faced and it makes me smile!
My choice would be a picked over, famawee tree.That is much better than a tree high on a table or a tree in a playpen, etc. Hooray for Christmas!
I think you should leave the polar bear - it adds more personality (if that's a fair thing to say about nativity sets).
Cute Ava! It really is sweet they are all in little families so no one is lonely.
It's taking all I have to leave our tree alone, also. I've put my "nice" ornaments on the top so they can't reach and anything else is fair game.
Over the years, there have been occasions where I've needed to remind myself that the house is not as important as the people who live there.
And now, when I don't have to worry about fingerprints on the wall, toys on the floor, or the messes that children make, I sometimes wish I still had those things to worry about.
There was one Christmas during my early years of day care (six children 4 and under 10 hours a day, five days a week) that I decided (in the interest of preserving the breakable ornaments and--let's be honest, saving money during those poverty-stricken college years)on a paper Christmas tree, spray painted by my better half and decorated to the hilt with paper ornaments made by all of the children. The kids loved it and were always showing each other and their parents the ornaments that THEY made. It was one of our more memorable trees!
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