The Tree

The first Christmas she could walk, we told The Girl she could pick out the family Christmas tree at the tree farm.  She chose a tree that was shorter than her and had no needles.  We said, "um, no..."  Eventually we found a good tree.  This year she asked if she could choose, that she had been "eyeing" a tree at the Boy Scout Lot for WEEKS every morning when they drove by on the way to school and that it would be PERFECT!...with some trepidation we said, "um, ok?"

 There aren't any photos from the tree lot, but this look about sums up our reaction to the tree...But it was actually the best one on the lot...I guess that's what I get for my "rule" about the tree and The Boy's birthday, right?

This is decorated with about 2 levels from only 2 of the ornament boxes...we need a much taller tree to get them all on, but this way it will take less time to put them all away, right?

So far the pets haven't messed with the tree, not even our visiting friend (cousin? Aunt?), Maggie the Dog.  Maybe that is because Liberty thinks it is her personal duty to guard the tree....