Then we took out our gazillion plastic, multicolored Christmas tree bulbs and covered it. We made sure not to put any bulbs where the babies could reach them (and there weren't any on the very top either because none of us could reach there). I let Grace and Haven each decorate one half of the tree and I made sure not the micro-manage the arrangement of the bulbs, so Haven's half had all the ornaments all squeezed together on about 3 branches. We put up the safety gate around the tree which we had also elevated up on our coffee table. We were going to have a Very Merry Baby Proof Christmas!!! We danced and laughed and took pictures of our beautiful tree. What a happy night!
|We love Christmas...|
|...and each other|
|My beautiful side|
|My eclectic side|
|Our ridiculous and miserable failure of an attempt at a family portrait|
|And another one|
And then I got home from work this afternoon and found this in my garage.
My bare naked Christmas tree. Not in my living room. Not decorated. Not being serenaded by Christmas tunes.
Apparently the small tree climbing members of my family couldn't resist the twinkling lights and colorful bulbs. They literally tore down the baby gate, jumped on the coffee table, and started climbing my freaking Christmas tree. Brian said he tried to defend it as best he could but he knew if this went on for another 27 days that we would definitely be short one Christmas tree and possibly a few children. So he took it down, undressed it, and put it in the garage.
I am oh so sad.
Maybe I can just wrap Christmas lights around JoJo and plug him in every night.