I had such good intentions of writing this week.
But you know what they say about good intentions.
The beginning of the week was recovering from a long weekend with a sick little baby. High fever and nothing else. There were gigantic amounts of snuggling going on Saturday through Monday.
The rest of the week was marked by equally gigantic amounts of snottiness. Which then led to today which was gigantic amounts of dirty diaper changes.
Also possible that happened because Pumpkin refused to eat much of anything other than applesauce.
Gigantic amounts of applesauce.
So there wasn't a whole lot getting done in the Evans' house this week.
Except for decorating for Christmas.
We think the last time we had a Christmas tree up in our house was 2009. When I was pregnant with Aubrey Kate. Last year, I didn't decorate for Christmas. I decorated for Auburn. Seemed like a completely logical choice.
Chris was pretty adamant that we put up a tree. Really, Chris loves his Christmas tree. It's sort of odd for a guy to feel that way but he does. I've always liked the table and mantel decor better.
But he does most of the work.
Seriously.
I fluff the tree and tell him which color ornaments I want to use this year. I do put the ribbons up but that's it. Chris does all the rest of the work with the tree.
The stairway was decorated with the sentimental ornaments. The ones Chris made as a kid. Some he's received from students. Others we've received as either wedding gifts or just Christmas gifts.
The mantel is simple. I didn't want to get too crazy with it. I liked it being clean.
Now that it's all done, I am thrilled we got it up.
Once Aubrey Kate felt better this week, I would ask her, "Do you want to turn on the Christmas tree?" And eyes wide, she says, "Yeah!"
For the most part, she leaves the tree completely alone but those few minutes of awe and wonder are magical.
So this week, I am very grateful Chris insisted and then put up our Christmas tree. And very grateful for a little Pumpkin who thinks it's the neatest thing ever.
Enjoy the very bad phone photos.
Merry Christmas!
But you know what they say about good intentions.
The beginning of the week was recovering from a long weekend with a sick little baby. High fever and nothing else. There were gigantic amounts of snuggling going on Saturday through Monday.
The rest of the week was marked by equally gigantic amounts of snottiness. Which then led to today which was gigantic amounts of dirty diaper changes.
Also possible that happened because Pumpkin refused to eat much of anything other than applesauce.
Gigantic amounts of applesauce.
So there wasn't a whole lot getting done in the Evans' house this week.
Except for decorating for Christmas.
We think the last time we had a Christmas tree up in our house was 2009. When I was pregnant with Aubrey Kate. Last year, I didn't decorate for Christmas. I decorated for Auburn. Seemed like a completely logical choice.
Chris was pretty adamant that we put up a tree. Really, Chris loves his Christmas tree. It's sort of odd for a guy to feel that way but he does. I've always liked the table and mantel decor better.
But he does most of the work.
Seriously.
I fluff the tree and tell him which color ornaments I want to use this year. I do put the ribbons up but that's it. Chris does all the rest of the work with the tree.
The stairway was decorated with the sentimental ornaments. The ones Chris made as a kid. Some he's received from students. Others we've received as either wedding gifts or just Christmas gifts.
The mantel is simple. I didn't want to get too crazy with it. I liked it being clean.
Now that it's all done, I am thrilled we got it up.
Once Aubrey Kate felt better this week, I would ask her, "Do you want to turn on the Christmas tree?" And eyes wide, she says, "Yeah!"
For the most part, she leaves the tree completely alone but those few minutes of awe and wonder are magical.
So this week, I am very grateful Chris insisted and then put up our Christmas tree. And very grateful for a little Pumpkin who thinks it's the neatest thing ever.
Enjoy the very bad phone photos.
Merry Christmas!
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