Tis the season to undermine childproofing fa la la la

It is finally the first Sunday in Advent, hooray! Merry Christmas season to all.

I'll post the pictures later, but we went to Snickers Gap Tree Farm today (thanks Johnstons for the recommendation) and cut down our Christmas tree. Jack and I have generally cut down our own tree since we started dating (though last year we bought one from the nice local place on the corner--being very pregnant and a tree farm do not mix). But, this year we were back out at the tree farm. Caroline hung out in the baby bjorn and had a great time grabbing at all of the tree branches.

Of course, the necessary follow on of cutting down your own tree is putting it up. And thus comes the great parenting dilemma--wrap the entire thing in bubble wrap and hope no on hurts themselves OR set it up as best you can and gird yourself for moving a baby away a lot of the time.

We opted for the latter. You can't see it well on this picture, but the decorations on the tree essentially stop at Caroline's height (plus the length of her arm). We tucked the lights well into the tree and got LEDs. (Ours were dead anyway and LEDs don't get hot). We're going to follow a time honored Gurley family tradition--using fishing line to give the tree some anchors to the curtain rods. And we didn't put up the pretty good size collection of ENORMOUS glass balls that we've gathered from all over. The mental picture of a venetian glass globe crashing all around Caroline was not a good one. So, metal and wood ornaments (without small parts) it is this year. We'll see how it goes.

The Christmas tree in the corner is, I think, silently mocking my outlet covers.