less is more

As I've been going through Christmas decorations the last couple of days I've realized that there will be more decorations staying in the boxes than being put out this year.  The reason?  I'll give you one guess.

This little stinker....

I can only put things out in places she can't touch.  So that means I can only decorate the mantle and the top of the piano.  She can touch every other surface downstairs except the top of the fridge, which is the only place I can stash my purse so she doesn't get into it, and the kitchen counters, which are already jam packed (because I don't have much counter space to begin with).

Less decorating means fewer slaps on her little hand, and more peace in my home. 

But let's not talk about what's going to happen when we put the Christmas tree up tomorrow.  Ugh.  Usually I LOVE having the Christmas tree up, but not this year.  It's going to be a battle for the next 23 days, let me tell you!  It was rough with Rachel, but Rebecca is 100 times worse in the "getting into things" department than Rachel ever was.

Rudy Update:
For anyone who is interested, Rudy revived and found a cozy hiding spot on top of the phone up on the wall today, safely out of Rebecca's grasp.  Rachel was very happy to see him back in business this morning.  She says bye to him before she goes to school and ran to tell him hi when she got home.  At one point I found her standing in the middle of the kitchen floor just staring at him.  I was wondering what was going through her little mind.


Rebecca looks at him, points and says, "Woo-wie!"  (Her version of "Rudy."  It's also her version of the name, "Woody," who she just learned about after playing with Rachel's Woody doll.)