Santa Tree

It just occurred to me that my blog posts are really about myself, my issues, and everything DMD. I have not been the dutiful mommy-blogger, talking about my kids. And for that, my friends, I am very sorry. 'Cuz, you see, I have a fabulously wonderful Miss Baby, who is just freaking hilarious and cute and wonderful. And fun. All those things. She's a horrific eater, preferring 'fish' and 'cracka' (Goldfish and PB/Cheese crackers) to pretty much anything remotely healthful. She eschews all meats except fish sticks. She will eat 'Chix Nuggets' from Whole Foods.

So, without further ado, I tell you of the Santa Tree.

As is my habit, I put up this year's Christmas Tree before Thanksgiving. Not so much to prolong Christmas, but to have it ready for ornamenting when Miss M visited for that long weekend. One day, I went up and got it down, and put on the lights and the 'filler ornaments' (those that I stuff back in the back to give it some 'depth' - mom tells me that's important). And then, mission accomplished, I went and got Miss Baby from the school.

"OH WOW - Momeeeee! A TWEEE! SANTA TWEEE!"

"Das Pret-ty"

Over Thanksgiving, Miss M worked with Miss Baby to put all the 'special' ornaments on the tree. She carefully lined up the '12 Balls of Christmas' and even allowed Miss Baby to place the Lords a-Leaping on the tree near the bottom. We pulled out the Pink Pig ornaments, all the dolls that go on there. Pretty much everything Miss M decrees 'pretty special'. The most special ornaments are for 'her' tree, which is a little 3-foot thing we're now keeping on the kitchen counter.

So now, Miss Baby has dragged her little rocking chair into the living room. Every evening, before I go get her from her school, I 'turn on' the tree (the lights are plugged into an outlet hooked into a light switch). When we get home, she goes to her little rocker with Monkey and looks at the tree.

"Oh wow. Das pret-ty. Santa Twee."