The Tree

Clara is not technically crawling, but she is very mobile. Through a combination of scooting, rolling, and dragging, she seems to get herself into just about everything. So we’ve taken a number of steps to tidy up the lower areas of the apartment and remove things (especially power cords, her favourite) from view. I spent an evening a few weeks ago carefully attaching our IT equipment to the underside of a small table, where it is now out of view and reach.

Having done all this, it seemed like it would be giant step backwards to erect our 6′ artificial tree in the living room, covered in bright lights and other shiny enticements.

As it turned out, we were able to pick out a very cute tabletop tree at a local nursery, which Tara has done a lovely job decorating.

And no lights, presents, or decorations within reach of Clara—just some strings and bits of fallen cedar where daddy had been twisting boughs into a wreath.

Three weeks away!