We are far, far behind on the Christmas decorating, which is sad, because I really like the Christmas decorating and because this is the first year that Max can actually take a participatory role in the festivities. I must plead illness (thankfully now gone), and business (busy-ness, not like mind your own business). Ian had a bunch of work training stuff to get through (which he finished today! Cheers!), I had to finish off my running class (with distinction -- I got a certificate and everything), and Max and Maggie had a lot of projects associated with being two and six months, respectively. The smoke has now cleared, as much as it ever does, and Max and I have been hard at work jolly-ifying our abode.
I have been going back and forth about the Christmas tree size issue for months now. On the one hand, I LOVE a nice big tree, and we got a little one last year and it was spiky and not very many ornaments fit on it and it kind of died halfway through December and I hated it. On the other hand, Maggie is crawling and pulling herself into a standing position and I do not want to be on America's Funniest Home Videos. ("Freakishly strong baby climbs Christmas tree, pulls it down on top of her, and eats all the ornaments off! Tonight on Fox!") And then there is Max's aforementioned enthusiasm for this year's festivities. As seen here, the few decorations we have managed to put out have all been arranged, rearranged, thrown, stacked, hidden, licked, given to Maggie, taken from Maggie, and rearranged again.
So, you know, Little Tree, ahoy! Next Up: The Tillmans finish decorating, choose a treelet, and Chelsa puts Frosty somewhere unexpected in order to torment Ian! Stay tuned! Tonight on Fox!