We couldn’t do it. We talked about it, agreed (in theory) that it was a good idea, did a little comparison shopping. And set out yesterday to get ourselves a nice, shiny plastic Christmas tree.
And then we totally balked.
Maybe it was the feel. Or the fact that no matter how expensive the tree was (and some of them are EXPENSIVE), it still looked cheap. Or maybe, just maybe, once my nose smelled the glorious smell of a live tree, my mind was made up. We went for a plastic tree, and left with this:
6 feet of gorgeous, fresh, sappy Nordman Fir. I am in LOVE. This particular species of tree is über popular in Europe, but not very well known here. It’s got amazing needle retention, is one of the more resilient trees (so it’ll last through the holiday), and, for some odd but wonderful reason, looks flocked ( the underside of the needles is light green, the top is very dark, giving it a nice contrast).
We had a tree last year (Douglas fir, DEAD TO ME), but obviously Dylan doesn’t remember, since she was all of 4 months old. So this year, we were BEYOND excited for her reaction to the tree and the lights and the decorations. Excited, and a little scared, because if she didn’t like it for some inane reason, the next 3 weeks were gonna be shit. But, lucky for us, she totally has my love for all things Christmas.
This is Dylan helping Tom remove the netting. Right after I took this, she grabbed a handful and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, hoping to get some one on one time with the forbidden net.
Getting to know the ornaments for the first time. Didn’t get that all those pretty balls were not for hurling at the dog.
I have a slight obsession with The Nightmare Before Christmas. It’s still a little dark for the kid, but soon, the indoctrination will begin. By the way, if you’re not down the Skellington and his crew, we can’t be friends.
She got as close as she possibly could right as Tom plugged the lights in, and screamed “LIGHTS!” when they came on.
This was us trying to keep her busy and out of the tree. It worked like a boss for 3 minutes.
As the ruler and supreme being of this house, Dylan got to place the first ornament. It was her very first ornament, which we got last year for her first Christmas. I totally moved it higher, to a more respectable spot on the tree. We’re going to Knott’s Merry Farm on Saturday, so we’ll let her pick out another ornament, just for her.
Baby’s First Christmas, 2010. Oy, this makes my heart hurt. A whole year, gone. *sigh*
So here she is, our finished tree. I love it, I’ve cried 4 times since putting it up, and it hasn’t even been 24 hours. NOW it feels like Christmas. All it needs now is some presents underneath (which I will be putting there on Christmas Eve, when the kid is asleep, because COME ON, she’s no dummy, and I’d be wrapping those damn presents every other day between now and Christmas).
So, between keeping the cats out of the tree, and the kid away from the ornaments, the next 3 weeks are gonna be pretty busy around here. I’m thinking about putting a velvet rope up around my precious tree, to keep the riffraff out. The squirt bottle works well on the cats, but I’ve heard using it on your toddler is frowned upon.