Festive

Jeffrey, Mads and I put the Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving (Friday). We used purple, lime green and blue balls and snowflakes to match the living room, and I was very pleased with the end result. It was super cute. Mads loved it too, and no amount of "No, no, no!'s" could keep her little fingers off those glittery balls. By Saturday, I was so sick of fixing the balls that I started just tossing them at the tree, hoping they would stick and it would look like I did it on purpose. It didn't, it just looked messy with huge bald patches next to clumps of 5-7 balls all together:

And today, after scavenging most of the Christmas balls from every room in the apartment, I reached my breaking point. I didn't yell and stomp my feet, or toss the whole tree off the balcony like I desperately wanted to. I also didn't go to bed to weep under the covers (which I also wanted to do). I very calmly put all the balls and snowflakes back on the tree. Out of baby reach.

How freaking stupid festive does that look?