This one is for the grandparents.
This way.
I can do it.
I’m two. I don’t know why I’m pissed.
Mom and Dad took too long looking for the lights.
In transition
December 20th, 2007 — boys, children, Christmas
This one is for the grandparents.
This way.
I can do it.
I’m two. I don’t know why I’m pissed.
Mom and Dad took too long looking for the lights.
December 12th, 2006 — Christmas, christmas tree
Set a timer for 15 minutes.
Hang limbs, string lights, break up wrestling matches.
Rinse, repeat.
I have to buy more lights, I’ve scrounged all the salvageable strings.
Finally, if anyone could send some warm thoughts and prayers to my friend Ivy and her grandmother, they’d be appreciated. It’s so hard when things like this happen and harder still when it’s the holidays.
December 12th, 2006 — children, Christmas, general frustration
I need a swift kick in the rear. I do not want to finish putting together this tree. I need someone to keep my company, it’s so boring. I started with good intentions on Sunday evening, we put on carols, had eggnog, and even let the kids play around.
Then reality set in.
I put the lights away so carefully last year, inspecting to make sure each strand lit properly, wound them carefully so they wouldn’t form an impenetrable mass of tangle. I unpacked the box to find a full two thirds of the strands quit working in storage.
Can someone explain this to me?
Does anyone want to run to Big Lots for more lights?
How do you keep a toddler from thinking the strings of light are candy?
My three year old thinks the decorations are light sabers.
My heart just isn’t in this, right now.