On the weekend we decided it was time to put up our Christmas tree. I knew with an 11 month old, and an almost 3 year old it was going to be a logistical nightmare, but I was up for the challenge. As soon as Nora went down for her morning nap, we bundled Julian in his snowsuit, and he went outside with Daddy to make a snowman. Perfect. I went to put on some Christmas music to get into the spirit, but realized we hadn't saved any on the iPod, and I still don't know how to work our stereo. Okay, Feist will do... An hour later the tree was fully assembled, and I had convinced myself that "Mushaboom" could be a Christmas song, as she does mention snow in the lyrics. Julian and Andrew had since tired of being outside, so I was now trying to keep Julian out of the boxes of glass ornaments while focusing on light installation. Luckily Julian found a gold wire Christmas tree decoration, which he used as a rocket ship to amuse himself.
Just before lunch I made the discovery that half of the tree lights no longer worked. Then Nora awoke. I decided to take Julian to the store with me, while Andrew fed Nora lunch. Andrew distracted Julian with a piece of candy cane so I could squeeze him (unwillingly) back into his snowsuit. The store was crazy. The drivers on the way there and the way back were crazy. Julian had become a messy, goopy, candy cane boy. By the time I got home with the new lights I was ready to cancel Christmas altogether. I walked in the door, and began to hang the new lights, scowling all the while, when out of nowhere, Julian gasped and said: "Mommy, it's BEAUTIFUL!". Suddenly it felt like Christmas again.