Recommended Read: "Christmas Lights for Idiots"

I was hoping to find this book on, but had no luck.  Honestly, I don’t think such a book really exists, but if not, I could probably write it.

Key points include:

  1. Check all lights before stringing the entire tree.
  2. Check the outlet to make sure it works before unstringing the entire tree, then finding out lights actually worked in the first place.
  3. Do not let your toddler play with replacement bulbs unless you want to engage in a rousing game of “Where did Bobo hide the bulbs” after she goes down for her nap.

 As you can surmise, we are in the process of putting up the Christmas tree.  When I say “we,” I actually mean “I”.  My husband usually stays out of the holiday decorating process altogether, I suspect because I admit I am somewhat vigilant about making the house look perfect for every holiday.

I think my fascination with holiday decorations began at a young age.  Finding and decorating the tree was a family event, which included trucking through cold  muddy fields at the tree farm, engaging in friendly debates over which kind to get (Blue spruce or noble?  Oh, the dilemma!), and culminating in lighting and decorating the tree while drinking hot cocoa to warm up.  I loved watching my dad haul out the Christmas decorations from the attic, and helping to free the lights, ornaments and other decorations from their mothball and tissue paper coffins.  Decorating the house seemed to represent memories from holidays past, and created a giddy sense of anticipation for the coming ones.

Today, I made a big to-do about getting out the Christmas decorations while we put away the Halloween and fall decorations (Yes, that is correct.  It is December, and the Halloween decorations just came down.  But, hey, only one trip to the attic.  Efficiency or laziness?  You decide.)  

I think Bobo had fun helping me set out all of the decorations, and would squeal in delight when we unwrapped another snowman or Santa.  She got distracted towards the end of the snowman parade and started playing with the tree lights (thus the mystery of the hidden replacement bulbs), but her interested was piqued again when we brought out the advent calendar that I explained would have a piece of candy for each day.

Now that I have kids, I have a renewed sense of giddiness for the holidays.  Seeing the anticipation and excitement through my daughter’s eyes makes me feel a bit like a kid myself, and reminds me of all the fun we had during the holidays while I was growing up. 

Okay, so it is a little annoying answering the “Is Santa coming tonight??” question for 24 straight days. 

Secretly, though, I’m counting down the days myself.

Gobble, gobble!

Bobo has stayed home sick from preschool the past few days.  Cooped inside on a rainy day with a sick toddler, I’ve been brainstorming ideas to keep both of us from going stir-crazy.

Today, I decided our project du jour would be to make paper handprint turkeys.  Bobo loves craft projects, especially anything involving glue, which she doesn’t get to use much at home.  We’re having my entire family over for Thanksgiving dinner in a few weeks, so I thought it would be fun to make turkey namecards for everyone’s plates.

I guess I should have experimented with the first one before I embarked on making 16 turkeys.  Bobo had a ball making the first turkey (hers), but then quickly got bored and moved on to something else.  So much for my mother-daughter bonding project.  I ended up making the other 15 turkeys myself, but I think they turned out pretty cute.

Now, if only I can figure out how to actually make a real turkey, I will be set.  1-800-DOMINOES will be on speed dial just in case.