|Well, that looks phallic!|
This is not helping the whole creepster elf image...
This is my first year with a kid who wants to help decorate the tree. I mean, last year she wanted to help but she only wanted to help for 2 minutes and then she wanted to watch TV or whatever. This year she wanted to put on every ornament where she wanted, which was in a little cluster at her eye level. And I admittedly have tree issues because I need everything to match and do not allow kid ornaments or anything out of theme.
It was magical and adorable for about an hour, and then it was kind of exhausting. How's that for good parenting? It took us from 10 a.m. until about 5:30 p.m. to decorate this tree.
|Bed head, Christmas jammas, concentration.|
She also had a hot chocolate mustache.
The cuteness kills me.
In all fairness, we took a trip to buy more decorations and then go to the "pet store." If you are looking for cheap toddler entertainment, don't forget to go to the pet supplies store. Olivia thinks that seeing the five varieties of animals there store is about equal to going to the zoo.
I had both girls with me because Mark was watching a football game with his friends, and Adelle was a hot ass mess by the time we were ready to check out. Which reminds me, what is up with people who freak the fuck out when a baby cries in public? EVERYONE was looking at me, like, "are you going to do something about that?" Um, no. Babies cry, people. Mama needs some pre-lit garland. It is going to be fine.
Which also reminds me! I was at a different store with just Adelle last week. She was fussy and we were waiting in line to make a return. I was totally not paying attention to her at all and was just rocking the stroller to pacify her, but apparently she was smiling at the old lady in line behind me. This lady says to me, "honey, your baby is smiling and you are just totally missing it!"
OH MY GOD.
Yes. I should look at my baby every second of every day. I should never do anything else just in case she might smile because otherwise I just simply do not appreciate the magic of infancy, or whatever. So annoying. She would shit her pants if she saw me at the playground dicking around on my iPhone while my kid plays.
(Because I go to the playground to let Olivia play so that I can have 17 minutes of peace to focus on something other than my kid. Trust me, we see each other all the livelong day. She wants the break as much as I do.)
But I digress.
We had a fun day over all and the house looks great. I bought a smaller tree and pink and purple decorations that will be the kid tree, and we will put that up tomorrow. But the living room looks sufficiently Christmassed for now! And Olivia wanted to watch A Christmas Story four times, which I am really excited about because I love that movie.
|Had to order Adelle's stocking today.|