we had our first attempt at a democratic Christmas tree decorating this year.
the kids, bless them, loved it. racing back and forth, repeating the drummed into their blonde heads admonition, "one finger on the Christmas tree" mantra, placing, pushing, forcing, dropping, attempting, to put ornaments whereever they thought they might belong.
once every three minutes (roughly) sebastian would ask, "when can we put the star up?" and once every three minutes i would answer, "when we’re finished decorating."
so many things irritated me about d.C.t.d.
1) sebastian’s voice got a little whingier each time he asked how much longer until the star. that wasn’t too pleasant but neither was my immature response, which was to get snarlier. and i believe i might have thrown in, "this will be the Christmas without a star if you don’t stop asking." let me check my notes, but it does sound familiar.
2) sebastian sort of dented the ornament he made for me last year. how can you break a styrofoam ornament? seb found a way.
3) the kids have not inherited one a.r. fashion gene. not a single strand. i thought sebastian and sela had them. apparently i was wrong because those kids had no problems putting two blue ornaments next to each other. don’t they KNOW blue-silver-blue is the correct order of the Christmas tree universe? (unless you’re this chick i run across occasionally who when she asked me my christmas tree theme colours and i told her, she responded, "oh, i did that a few years ago when it was popular.") so the tree is haphazardly decorated.
during the infertility years, i prayed for this tree. or more specifically, for kids to do an endearingly crap job decorating the tree. we didn’t buy a tree one Christmas pre-kids, there didn’t seem a point. so my complaints are worse than sebastian’s whinging about when can he see a star. for months i begged to see a double line on a pregnancy test. during my ivf i begged to have the blood test done early, so i could get the results faster.
that star on the Christmas tree means presents will soon follow under it, and holidays and daddy not going to work. three fantastic treats for sebastian. that blood test for me meant magnificent charles and i were getting the best presents we had ever asked for.
i realised i had to lighten up about the tree. which is why i am stoopendously proud to announce that i did NOT rearrange ANY ornaments last night after they had all gone to bed.
