Good Morning, Christmas Tree

Although they "helped" last night, the boys woke up to the full kitschy splendor that is our holiday tree.  They sat and stared, bedazzled.  This tree will also mark the day that Dashiel has learned to scramble out of his crib.  He did it once last night when Jen was in the room.  At that moment we passed silent wide-eyed looks between us – telepathically I heard Jen say, "holy sh*t!"  She got that right:  this morning I went in to rouse the kids, to get Hugo up for school, only to find Dash snoozing on the trampoline!