Last night we put up our Christmas tree. We have a beautiful, fake tree that my parents bought us several years ago. I love the tree because it has bendable branches and my mom also helped me pick out all these beautiful dark blue and silver ornaments to fill it. IKEA & my mom made decorating the tree affordable.
It used to be almost like a tree you'd see in a store--perfectly matching ornaments and such. Then, along came Owen and last year he seemed to want to pull all of the ornaments off the tree that were within reach. Only one of the ornaments actually completely broke. The rest of them just needed some new string. I did that this time around.(not all of us were into decorating the tree)
My tree is starting to look less and less like a perfect store tree and I'm actually still just as much in love because of the memories that these new ornaments are bringing. There's the ornament featuring a picture of Ryanna glued to a frozen juice lid. There is the snowman with a bell for a bottom which Ryanna got from her violin teacher last year. There are two snowmen that have Ryanna and Owen's names written on the back with the year that they got them from us. I'm trying to get each of the kids an ornament each year, so when they get married they can have some ornaments of their own.
I remember the tree at my house growing up had some ornaments I had made. The one I remember most was a bird's nest inside of half of a pantyhose egg container (who is old enough to remember those pantyhose eggs?). It's amazing how decorating can bring back such strong and wonderful memories.
Last year's decorating party!
Watch me eat an ornament!
Ahhh, too cute!