Untrimming the Tree

Several of my bloggy friends have been writing about the chore of putting away all of their Christmas decorations. As I read their posts, I thought, "Wow! How organized of them! Too bad I'm not that way."

Fast forward to dinner time. I am in the kitchen nuking Christmas leftovers when Z brings me a tiny ornament. Broken. "Q took this off the tree. I took it away from him." I make a beeline for the living room. I find Q there with a tiny shard of glass ornament on his lip. Holy sheep! I asked Z if Q had put the ornament in his mouth and she said that he had it his mouth when she took it away. YIKES!

A phone call to Dr. Dad-in-law later, my freak out level came down to reasonable levels. Anything that small would get bound up in the stuff he ate and come out fine. Okay. I can deal with that.

But I guess it is time to take down the tree.


  1. Eating ornaments is definitely a sign the tree's been up too long. Happy cleanup.

  2. Yikes! And I thought a kitten messing with the ornaments was incentive to take down the tree! I'm glad you have a Dr. Dad -in- law to calm your fears.


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