|I'm pretending this is us getting our tree|
Sometimes I feel like tree-getting day is so chaotic. Fall stuff is mostly put away while the Christmas boxes are an exploded mess around the living room. We clear a path for the tree and ornament boxes and hope we remembered to have some sparkling cider or something on hand.
This year, though, thanks to a majorly chaotic weekend of getting ready for a Sunday event, the house was sparkling on Monday, and there was even time to bake cookies and make this homemade sparkling apple juice in time to bring the tree in! Plus, this year I FINALLY got myself a Christmas apron. I felt like Martha Stewart herself, except a nicer version with no felony record. And with brunette hair.
|the perfect tree...tall and skinny, just like we needed.|
|look at that sweet little reindeer! another little boy wore that outfit HERE|
|three kids and a train|
This year I'm feeling like Norman Rockwell himself came in and painted me a life. An awful good one, at that.
But for good measure, here's another fake picture of fake us:
|we're really happy in our fake life|