We've got little bits of Christmas scattered throughout the house. Not a whole lot, but just enough. I debated this year (like I do every year) if I would decorate or not. It's not quite the same as it was last year, in some ways it's better, in some ways it's not, but it is a calm, nice feeling to have decorations up in this new home of ours. The decorations were sitting there... and the night was quiet, and we were both seeming a bit cooped up and bored, so "we" decorated. Marlowe became a sparkly blue glitter faced child after kissing her little reindeer one too many times and she hung her tiny ornaments on her tiny tree, while I climbed ladders to hang lights and out felt garland. Last year I went back and forth on the idea of what would be more eco-friendly: a cheap manufactured fake tree, that would last for a few years, or a real tree (tree farms are beneficial, transportation to Florida is not). This year, I accidentally found a solution. Knowing very well, I would not be able to set up (by myself) a tree for our home of two (even though I somehow managed to take down our 8 foot tree by myself last year), I opted for a tiny tree.... a rosemary bush. After Christmas, it will be planted in our yard... and cooked with (yum yum yummy). And later, as we get closer to Christmas, we'll have our bigger tree, drawn on the chalkboard wall to place our presents under. I think it works out kind of perfectly. Something small, for Marlowe to decorate and something more than easy enough for me to handle by myself... along a little ornament coloring fun, later on. Now, we just need some snow... kidding, but maybe some cold at least? It's 80 degrees inside this house of ours. Maybe I should turn off the oven, but warm cookies, on this sick day of ours seems really, really nice. Happy new week everyone, I'm off to organize, eat cookies, and lay down.