Since Real Man put the tree up last Monday, the monkeys have been begging to put up the tree.
The problem was that last week was a week where none of us were home for more than (what felt like) an hour or two a day, so we never got to it.
Yesterday, once Monkey in the Middle got home from hockey and Monkey Girl got home from dance, we were set to have the rest of the night at home.
So, out came the decorations.
Real Man stayed in the library with the 3 big monkeys while they began their decorating, and I began some of my best distracting work for Tiny.
While Tiny and I made banana bread in the kitchen, watched the Wiggles in the living room, read books in the dining room and did everything else I could think of that would keep him out of the room where they were decorating, I was able to hear the excited chatter about each and every ornament.
Now, I’ll admit, I am not a fan of the tree.
We don’t even have a real tree that requires any work.
I just don’t really enjoy decorating the tree.
However, I can see the draw.
The monkeys had a memory for every single ornament on the tree, and if they didn’t know the story, they asked Real Man or I and had us tell the story.
Tradition. Family. History.
I do get it.
We had to laugh when we found this ornament, because it is so perfect for our little puzzler, yet he made it so many years ago when he was in Pre-K, way before he was into puzzles the way he is today.
Get it?
‘Cuz it’s made out of puzzle pieces?
Love it.
The end result was a lovingly decorated tree which we all got to enjoy as we ate our steaming hot banana bread.
I don’t want to do the decorating, but I sure enjoy the fruits of their labor.
You know I used to love putting up the tree. I looked so forward to it and without fail it went up no later than Thanksgiving weekend. My kids also love it but of course aren’t interested in the work of puttng it up. Dh and I cannot do it together due to what had become known as “the light fight” that took place every year. I think stringing lights on a tree could be used as some kind of couples therapy technique. Lol. These days it’s more of a chore and I have wondered if it’s about getting older and just not feeling the same about Chrsitmas or what. Once they go up they are so pretty though aren’t they?
Comment by Kim — December 10, 2012 @ 12:46 pm |
A chore is an excellent way to describe it. I’m lucky that the rest of them love to do it so much, and I admit, I love to sit in that room at night and read and look up and see the tree. Interesting…they never want to help put it away. Story of my life. 🙂
Comment by abozza — December 10, 2012 @ 1:17 pm |