I am not organized. The house never really got fully cleaned up for Christmas. Which wasn't a huge deal because the only visitor we had was Santa Claus. And he, ya know, doesn't care that much about whether or not you washed the kitchen floor, vacuumed the hall, or did all the laundry.
Also, do you think I got any decent Christmas pictures? Not really. There are a few non-descript pictures that could have been at almost any holiday or other point in history, but they are nothing super Christmas2012-y. And none of them have more than 1 person in them. It would have been so nice to get a great a holiday picture of my 2 children together. Being nice to each other. And not blurry or streaked because they cannot stay still. Ever. No, not even long enough for the shutter to click.
But, I guess I should just be thankful that I don't have pictures of the Christmas tree being thrown to the ground by an almost-toddler or some of the inside of an ambulance. And there I was, at the end of November, thinking about having a real tree. It was hard enough getting Noah to leave the tree and lights alone. And getting Lily to stop touching the ornaments and rearranging everything constantly. If I had added a giant bowl of water with a tree trunk in it to the equation, I probably would not have made it through the holiday season.
Oh well, there's always next year. When I will have a full-blown toddler and a 5-year old. The combination of which I'm sure will be much more conducive to real-tree having.
Funny. More like conducive to real-tree being sent flying through the window having.
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