Naked tree

Plus lights

Equals this

Inspecting for dead bulbs

For some reason, I love throwing the tree out of focus.

I don’t know which is cuter, the kid or the Christmas bear I finally took possession of.  It was a “gift” that my parents kept at their house for several years.

Caleb was really into the decorating this year.  He was so anxious, we could barely get the lights on the tree.  Let’s just say the bottom of the tree is heavily decorated.

Perhaps distant cousins?  I see family resemblance there.

Ta-da

Some might say we’re easily entertained

A family portrait.  Scott is off right of me in the background (at the computer).  Caleb is no doubt on a mission to break a third ball in this picture.  That is this year’s running total by the way.  He wanted to use the branches as a “marble run” for the paper thin glass ornaments.  Last year I learned that you can still break these balls on carpet.

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And that’s only a third of ‘em!

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And there’s a lot of them, you know, since you’ve been so patient.  That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

The name on his tag is Ember.  Ember is a dalmatian that works with a clown in a fire safety education program.  I asked him what name he wanted on his tag, and he chose Ember.

Funny expression

Peekaboo

A flower for mommy

He wanted to play in the leaves, and I just went with it.  Glad I did because it turned up some cute pictures.

Ready…aim…

…fire!

It actually didn’t take all that long to pick most of the mess off before we left.

His tail.  Just because.  It is cute.

One of my favorites.  But I have a lot of favorites!

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Gee. Something about this looks familiar.

Concentrating, because he is still under the impression that maybe the -decorate one, eat it, decorate another, eat it- approach might work with me.

Quite literally, begging for cookies (sorry so close, I snapped it quick when he clasped his little hands together)

Oops, got a wee bit of icing on the sprinkles

That’s okay, problem solved

What is it that makes me think, if I give him a big dish of “paint” with a brush, he might not lick the brush?

My two masterpieces. I ate them. Both.

Oh how I wish this was in focus…that’s okay, still funny. Appropriately, his shirt says “Will scare for candy”

Get. this. done. Must. eat. cookies.

This is about the time I said “You’re getting a bath.” Or maybe it was just after this when he squirted icing all down inside his sleeve. I forget.

I have no festive pretty results like yesterday (as I think most of that was on his face), but it was fun none the less. Can’t wait for next year! <insert sarcasm here>

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