So setting up the tree went like this: get the Christmas music going (on Spotify of course) and Hubs lugs in all the boxes from the garage. The kids start going bananas unwrapping everything while he's setting it up and getting the darn pre-lit lights to actually light and I'm trying to keep them away from the fragile box and get them interested in the shatterproof ornaments box.
|C dives in for more decorations|
|M hangs something as high as he can to keep it from baby brother|
|N helps me with the garland|
|N reaches for the top|
|C got closest - I bet because he's the lightest!|
Occasionally, I'll dream about having a "beautiful" tree - one that looks like it could stand in a Macy's display, but since I don't get out much or look at Pinterest anymore, I don't think about it. In fact, my mostly-lit, colorful, mismatched tree is more beautiful to me now than ever before. With the exception of the plastic balls, every ornament is a memory of our lives, some even from 1977! And now that I think of it, the plastic balls were purchased by my newlywed husband and I one year from Lowe's Christmas clearance...a memory of when we used to shop together...awe.
I just made the twins pose in front of the finished product so you can kind of see what I'm talking about. Here's the best of 3 takes: