Last night our Christmas tree was officially set up in our living room.Which was a great accomplishment because it had been UN-officially set up for a few weeks.
My parents let us borrow their fake tree (which I really enjoy, I am not a fan of the mess or disposal of real ones). I asked for them to bring it over after Thanksgiving.
My Dad did, but we quickly realized that there was no tree stand. So the next day I went to Walmart to pick one up.
I got home with it excited to set the tree up, BUT it quickly became apparent that something else was missing.
I put the angel on and she was starring me right in the face.
I thought... I remember her being a little higher up than this, then Chuck pointed out there there was a whole section of the tree missing. Which after taking a step back was quite apparent.
We kept the tree like this in the living room for about a week until my parent found the missing section and the tree stand.
Much better!!! I love decorating for Christmas... can you see that I wrapped my air conditioner in the background like a present. :)
IN OTHER NEWS...
Fiona is sick, and not sleeping well. It's been a rough last couple of days... doesn't she know it's finals?!?! Kidding. We have been to urgent care and the regular doctor. She has red ears and a red throat but they said just to ride it out. Which is probably best, cuz we don't want to be pumping antibiotics into her unless it is necessary.
I went to get her from crying at 3:00am last night and when I picked her up she felt like a little hot potato. Her fever was 102.3 and she heartily puked all over me twice.
Yet, like the typical mom I did not clean myself up, but sat with her, got her medicine, and monitored her fever till it broke. I tried to sleep on her crib mattress with her (I pulled it out of the crib of course) and now I know that I am TOO BIG to sleep on a crib mattress next to a baby. BUT when you are sleep deprived you can fall asleep almost anywhere in any position.
And so I slept on a crib mattress, next to Fiona with my legs up on one of her toys.
And for some reason I found it necessary to BLOG this morning covered in dry baby puke.
Time to wash up:)