Lights Lights Lights

We put the Christmas tree up over the weekend. As expected, the kids were extremely helpful.

I mean, the opposite of helpful.

They did a pretty good job while we were first putting the tree together by bringing me lots of branches and helping to spread them out.




Once the lights came out... things got a little sketchy.


I pulled out one strand and turned around to plug it into the wall to test it, and by the time I turned back around Catherine had unpacked a string of big lights and unscrewed about half a dozen light bulbs, which she placed carefully back in the box.

We took a moment for a quick aside about how light bulbs aren't toys.

All the babies really wanted to help with the lights. And touch the lights. And eat the lights.





And then we got out the ornaments.

In Catherine's words: "It's so EXCITING that we have ornaments!"


Mary firmly believes that the tree is simply a convenient place for storing the ornaments until she is ready to play with them. It's really just one more category of things to pick up and put away at the end of the day.

Also, Mary says "Christopher" like this: Fiff-fo-fur.
And "apple juice" like this: affle foof
She doesn't seem to have a problem with the "f" sound.
And (in addition to about 20 other words this week) she learned how to say "mine." It apparently became very important for her to learn this when Fiff-fo-fur rolled into town.