Decorating the tree was kind of a bust. A lasted until we got the tree up. He did pretty well hanging some metal bells to the branches of the tree. The tree, on the other hand, has pretty thin branches so a lot of the ornaments are too heavy for the branch tips. But when we got the lights out, he started stepping on them. And M's Christmas Elephant collection were instantly assigned the role of Bromley Horns -- luckily M got them from A before the pachyderms could be clacked to death. One Christmas fairy didn't manage to escape without a clipped wing...
We switched to our regular night time routine and once A was asleep, I started to put on the lights. Then I woke up M, who had fallen asleep reading to A. Our tree is a little-top heavy with decorations because anything lower than three-and-a-half feet is going to be snatched off of the tree and either used as Bromley Horns, swung around like a sling-shot, or otherwise aggressed upon. We finished (more or less) decorating the tree at midnight.
This morning, M helped A put some origami dinosaurs onto some of the lower branches.
I'm thankful this isn't 1909, when they used to put real candles on trees (although, now that I think about it, A would be more likely to blow them out than anything else).
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