Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, December 8, 2008

The Tree is Up

We set out to get the tree and house decorated this weekend and we were somewhat successful. More so than I would have believed going into the weekend. Hubby loves to get distracted, so I wasn't sure we would be able to pull it off. We're (he's) not completely finished with the exterior lights and we need to get some hooks for some ornaments Grandma brought over yesterday, but we're almost there.
Hubby put the lights on the tree, grumbling the whole time, and I couldn't help but laugh. It's been my job for the past five years and I was glad to relinquish the responsibility. I unwrapped the ornaments and let the kids put them on the tree. Some branches have 3 or 4 ornaments, as PP stuck to one area, but we're leaving it as is. Because they are proud of their accomplishment and I'm proud they managed to get it done with minimal bickering.

Looks better without the flash, don't you think?
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