I got the kid Christmas tree down from the attic today. It's about 3 feet tall, fake, and really bent up. It started out as a tree for Ava when she was a toddler. It was great for those years when the babies were grabby and pulling the ornaments off. All non-breakable ornaments, nothing too special, but really sweet, and the girls decorate all by themselves.
Safa picked up a sweet, wooden birdhouse ornamant.
"Look Mama, this one has pretend bird poop on it." She was amused. Pleased.
"That's snow, honey."
Genre and Nonfiction
20 hours ago