I believe maybe, perhaps, once or twice, I have mentioned that our house is not big. It is adequate size..for now. We are going to have to move to something bigger in the near future, but we will cross that bridge later. Bigger housing isn't 100% in the budget these days. Shit. It isn't 1% in the budget these days. Kids are expensive little buggers.
Aaaaaaanyway, the reason the lack of largeness our house exhibits has popped into my little head, is that Christmas is sneaking up on us. Which means putting up a Christmas tree. To which I say HAHAHAHHAAA!
I am fairly certain we are going to have to go without a Christmas tree this year. Normally we move a small end table and have our little tree set up in front of our living room window. However, our living room has been transformed over the last 16 months into a play room/toy storage. Everything in that room, save the TV and radio stuff, is fair game for little chubby fingers. The addition of an off-limits 5' tree covered in sparkly and shiny things is not going to fly. Not to mention I feel like it would be some sort of horrible torture to put a 5' sparkly shiny thing in the middle of Alex's world and then be adamant about him not touching it. Here honey, look at this amazing thing that you will no doubt love and be curious about...but DON'T TOUCH IT. Totally fair. And totally something I want to exert constant energy on. Yeah, no.
The only solution I have come up with so far is to get those anti-shatter ornaments and try to find lights that don't get hot. Add that to bolting the damn tree to the floor so he can't pull it over on top of himself while he is pulling off (read: yanking from the tree and breaking) the anti-shatter ornaments and burning his fingers on the lights that claim they don't get hot, and we will be all set. Good then.
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