Tiny Tree, Tiny Tim

Silly, us.  Last year we thought we'd be in our new digs this year.  No - but next year, next year . . . maybe.  So we return to our Christmas tree conundrum.  The solution for this year came about very practically.  There was a branch in the way of where we wanted to park, so we cut it down.  Then we pinned it to our wall - voila!  Christmas Tree.

Actually, I have a bit of a soft spot for our little evergreen bough, as hanging just a bough is the traditional Christmas tree ("eglute") in Lithuania.  I like the simplicity.  And I like that Charlie isn't tipping it over, or pulling ornaments off it.

And speaking of Charlie, while Mike, Chloe, Ellie and I were off watching A Christmas Carol, he felt left out, so he made himself Tiny Tim.

 It's nothing a little ibuprofen, a cute blue cast and many, many episodes of Bob the Builder can't handle.

Thanks, Bob. 

Poor Li'l Brudder.  He's got the heart of a champion!

He's just such a trooper . . . got such a strong . . . one leg.

You just keep scrapin' along, Charlie.

And in the meantime,

"God bless us!  God bless us, Every One!"

Charlie's First Haircut

"Please cut my hair.  And wipe my nose."

It broke my heart a little bit to cut his hair.  I saved his first curls to be put in his baby book.  I'm generally not a very sentimental person, really.  But for some reason I have a hard time letting go of baby's first hair.

  But I guess it was time.  And I have to admit, he looks pretty handsome.  I mean, handsome handsome.  Cute little man.

(You may thank me for the b&w photos - they make the sore, boogery nose look a little less so.)