Two weeks, five trips to the Christmas section of the local retailer, 6,600 NEW clear lights, multiple power outages and surge protectors, and one fire drill later ......
This is year four of life with our nine and a half foot Christmas tree. Every year I have good intentions of wrapping the branches with lights so that I never have to put lights on the tree, again.
Alas, every year I crumple in a sobbing heap after tedious attempts that leave me covered in nylon tree branch scratches and two-thirds of a tree to go because I STILL don't have enough lights.
Unwrap ... unwrap ... screw it.
I'll do it next year.
I have publicly declared my husband's awesomeness on many occasions and I am about to do it, again.
If not for Jordan, there would be NO tree ... or any decoration of any kind this year.
I'm just not feeling it. I don't know what my problem is. All year long I look forward to this time of year. Normally I feel like the entire year is one big build up to Christmas.
I should be ecstatic ... this is my son's first Christmas!
Jordan, the one usually "anti-holiday," came to my rescue as I started showing signs of throwing in the towel ... or the TREE ... literally, I threatened on multiple occasions to knock the thing down and drag it outside to let the neighbor kids have their way with it.
He helped me from the first strand of wrapping lights to the very last ornament. I felt like a fourth grader refusing to do her homework as Jordan VERY patiently kept me going. He even blasted my favorite Andy Williams Christmas tunes to try and provoke a more festive mood.
You should see how seriously I take this Christmas decorating thing. I have neatly labeled tubs (lots of them) full of neatly documented and labeled ornaments, charts, and graphs for the precise method and manner for making the process go smoothly. It is sick, really.
This is after all the tree that my incredible husband proposed marriage in front of.
This is our first tree ... in our first home ... to now be shared with our first-born.
I really do love this tree. I just love it a lot more when it is decorated.
And now it feels more like Christmas.....
This is my favorite new ornament
This is Jordan's. He kept calling him Monkey Socks and blushed when I told him he is actually a Sock Monkey. I think Jordan's version of the moniker has "stuck."
-Carmen
This is year four of life with our nine and a half foot Christmas tree. Every year I have good intentions of wrapping the branches with lights so that I never have to put lights on the tree, again.
Alas, every year I crumple in a sobbing heap after tedious attempts that leave me covered in nylon tree branch scratches and two-thirds of a tree to go because I STILL don't have enough lights.
Unwrap ... unwrap ... screw it.
I'll do it next year.
I have publicly declared my husband's awesomeness on many occasions and I am about to do it, again.
If not for Jordan, there would be NO tree ... or any decoration of any kind this year.
I'm just not feeling it. I don't know what my problem is. All year long I look forward to this time of year. Normally I feel like the entire year is one big build up to Christmas.
I should be ecstatic ... this is my son's first Christmas!
Jordan, the one usually "anti-holiday," came to my rescue as I started showing signs of throwing in the towel ... or the TREE ... literally, I threatened on multiple occasions to knock the thing down and drag it outside to let the neighbor kids have their way with it.
He helped me from the first strand of wrapping lights to the very last ornament. I felt like a fourth grader refusing to do her homework as Jordan VERY patiently kept me going. He even blasted my favorite Andy Williams Christmas tunes to try and provoke a more festive mood.
You should see how seriously I take this Christmas decorating thing. I have neatly labeled tubs (lots of them) full of neatly documented and labeled ornaments, charts, and graphs for the precise method and manner for making the process go smoothly. It is sick, really.
This is after all the tree that my incredible husband proposed marriage in front of.
This is our first tree ... in our first home ... to now be shared with our first-born.
I really do love this tree. I just love it a lot more when it is decorated.
And now it feels more like Christmas.....
This is my favorite new ornament
This is Jordan's. He kept calling him Monkey Socks and blushed when I told him he is actually a Sock Monkey. I think Jordan's version of the moniker has "stuck."
-Carmen
3 comments:
Carmen,
All of the hard work paid off,the tree is gorgeous! I know what you mean about getting into the spirit of things. It's nice to have someone supportive to help you through it. Just wait, next year Holden will be able to help decorate the tree!
Shelly Diaz
Beautiful tree! But of course I knew you'd have a beautiful tree some how!
Looks like you got sucked into the cute little (ok large) stuffed animals that Holden can sit on at Sam's...or some other retailer displaying them right in front of our kids' eyes. Ainsley talks to them when we walk past at Sam's. Merry Christmas :)
What a beautiful tree, so romantic its history. I remember the engagement picture. Beautiful. I have not gotten my tree up yet, who knows when, my back is out.
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