Here's an example: When you give Noah some stockings to hang, he'll hang some blankets and umbrellas to make a fort.
How about another? If you ask Noah to decorate, he'll decorate a table with some blue tape and call it a boat.
And this: If you ask him to use the blue tape responsibly, he'll make a door and window. For the boat.
Right. So as you can see, decorating kind of goes sideways (or backwards) here at the Wyse home.
Other highlights of the weekend included:
- Cookies that melted in the oven because I wasn't paying attention to ingredients or Noah. Take your pick.
- A walkie-talkie that stole a ride to our house buried inside the Christmas tree. It was still jabbering away when we got home, "Attention associates! <garble garble garble>!"
- A half decorated Christmas tree that fell over on Noah. He's fine.
- A broken "Pregnant Angel" tree topper, given to us by my aunt. Oh well, I decided, we're done with pregnancy around here, and I swept the angel into the trash. "We need to give her a proper burial!" proclaimed my aunt, a tear in her eye.
- Christmas strings of lights that had to be untangled and placed on the tree TWICE. Gah! Is it time to get a fake tree yet? "No!" answers Fritz, who was skiing while I wrangled the mess into decoration.
- A non-sleeping toddler. She's teething. Or has a cold. Or is freaked out by all the changes around the house. Hmmm...maybe all three.