We finally got around to buying a tree this week. Each year we contemplate buying a fake one but always end up with the real thing. Here the kids are putting on our hodge-podge collection of ornaments. Some of them are from my childhood, my mom made a lot of them. It always brings back special memories for me and is part of the reason why I can't bring myself to buy fancy matching ornaments that actually look nice.
During December we trade night-time reading in bedrooms for Christmas books by the tree. Jim can be a very entertaining narrator.
This little horn has haunted me for years. My brother used to torture me with this thing, it actually works, it almost sounds like a duck, but worse. Now, the horn lives on through my kids, especially Crew, he loves blowing it in his sisters ears and listening to them shriek. It still gets on my nerves after a while but I think I've developed special "mommy ears" that can handle annoying noises for longer periods of time. In a weird way, I actually like it now.
Another reason why we don't have fancy ornaments: Crew is constantly playing with them, throwing them, feeding them to the dog. He's broken so many already. He brought this one to me today along with his Handy Manny tools, thinking he could fix them. I wish he could! We've got to stock up on the super glue for the next little while.







































