We finally got all the Christmas stuff up last week. Emily really loves all the lights and thankfully understands not to touch. Although I guess she learned that lesson a little too late since we've already ended up with 6 broken ornaments!
Our tree...a little crooked but hey, it works.
Our broken ornaments. Rudolph's head and the ballerina's hand are still missing. And one green ball was broken so badly we just had to throw it away.
Village with our own mailman
This is my most prized Christmas possesion. Maybe my most prized possesion period. I have always wanted a nice, larger sized nativity. We had a little one that I got in college that had seen better days (Baby Jesus' head was even detatched from his body at one point). I had been on the look out for a great one like the one my grandma had growing up. I guess my grandpa found out about my love of their nativity and offered it to me last Christmas. He decided to give away all their Christmas stuff last year. I guess it became too much for him. But I love this thing. Not only because I think it's the perfect nativity but it reminds me of my grandma. She passed away a few days before Emily was born. I loved her so much and now I'm grateful to have this reminder of her during the holidays.
My fear this year was that it would get broken. Before I even took the pieces out of the box I sat Emily down and explained to her what it was. I told her that if it got broken mommy would be VERY sad so she shouldn't touch. Apparently my sterness worked because she hasn't touched it. Once she was walking past the table and grabbed the edge. She bumped the cow and it moved about half an inch. She looked at me with this look of terror like she feared I was going to beat her or something. Maybe I was a little too stern but whatever works right?!


