O, Christmas Tree

O, Christmas Tree,

O, Christmas Tree,

You're laying on the floo-oor.

O, Christmas Tree,

O, Christmas Tree,

You're on the floor once moo-oore.

Right around the time that we put up the Christmas tree this year, Ryan and I acknowledged that, between the 2 kids, it was bound to topple at least once before the season was over. In fact, we purposefully decorated the tree with soft, unbreakable ornaments to avoid injury (and a huge mess) when the inevitable happened. As one week and then another passed and it hadn't come down, we started to think we just might avoid such an incident. Then, Thursday morning happened.

I was laying in our bed with Kallie and Ryan had just returned from running. He got Whitney out of bed and put her on the floor to play while he made a bottle for her. All of a sudden, I heard a muffled *crash* and Whitney started complaning. Yep--the tree was on top of her. Ryan and I laughed about it, I straightened the lower branches out, and rehung a few ornaments.

About an hour later, Kallie decided she wanted to play with her Little People ornament, and went to pull it off the tree. This time, I not only heard the muffled *crash*, but managed to see the whole thing as it happened. We stood the tree back up and I decided I should wait for a bit to straighten the branches and rehang the ornaments again, just in case of another mishap.

I'm happy to report that I straightned the branches that evening and it hasn't come down since. Although, since the incidents, it does look a little more lopsided and homely--the ornaments are clumped and the bottom is completely ornament free, thanks to the decorating skills of Kallie and Whitney. (Whitney pulls an ornament off and Kallie puts it back on--out of Whitney's reach.) Oh--there was one casualty, though. The only thing on our tree that was breakable, our star, won't light up anymore. Oh well...