I was busy preparing dinner on New Year's Eve when I heard a commotion and then Simon started crying. He had been running around the tree and his foot caught on some lights and the whole thing came down on him. He wasn't hurt, just frightened. It landed ornament-side down and all the water in the stand ran everywhere. The tree was already super dead and crispy so needles were everywhere. We finally got the thing dragged outside and everyone frantically worked to gather up ornaments and clean up the mess. It was a crazy, unexpected addition to our New Year's Eve. We had planned to take the tree down the next day so Simon just gave us an early start.
Other highlights from my New Year's Eve: doing dishes and helping Elsa with homework. I think Ben took a nap. Party animals. Elsa did manage to stay up until midnight and she was pretty excited about that, but too tired to actually enjoy herself. We toasted the New Year and then did a video chat with my dad to hear him play Auld Lang Syne on his saxophone (an annual tradition). That was a much better ending than dishes and homework.
Knitting lessons from Grandma. Pre-tree disaster.
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