Christmas tree

Christmas has come and gone. Oom Maarten is here. And this is the post I drafted weeks ago:

Well, we got it! Tramped out into the half-frozen, half-muddy forest of Christmas trees and found our perfect one.

I have to beat down the urge to try to arrange the lights and ornaments perfectly. At one point during the decorating, Alexander said, "Mommy, you need to stop moving all the ornaments."

So what if there are big bald patches with no lights? So what if the kids hang four ornaments on one tiny branch?

Alexander has put himself in charge of watering the tree. The other morning he came dancing into my room with this urgent look on his face. I thought he had to pee.

"Mom, the water's getting so so low. We have to water the tree now!"