December 2

Our Christmas tree fell right over yesterday. A loud crash, water and pine needles everywhere, and a few broken ornaments (including Ian’s faaaaaaavorite), but no one was hurt. And even better no one yelled or snapped at anyone else in the chaos of putting it all right again. We’re taking it a little slower this time, hanging a few ornaments at a time, figuring we’ll get there. Clara saw her chance after the boys left for school this morning to “do the ordaments” in peace. Works for me.