Christmas tree run, originally uploaded by mslaura.

Me and the boys at a Christmas tree farm off Black Rd. They had a great selection. We got a smallish tree because I knew that Adrian was going to maul it, and I wanted to minimize the potential destruction.

Last year Adrian pulled the entire tree over on himself, and broke almost all of our glass ornaments in the process. This year he has pulled off about 6-7 of the lower-hung plastic ornaments and torn the hooks out of them. I only hung ornaments on the top half of the tree, but he still got a few.

Three days ago I found the last remaining glass ball broken, in the trash. Puzzled, I went over to the tree and found a pile of glass shards. Adrian had apparently been swatting at the ball with a broom, finally succeeded in knocking it off and smashing it to smithereens, and then disposed of the big pieces of the remains in the trash, leaving only the wickedly sharp shards behind. Sigh. At least he cleaned up after himself a little bit.

Two days ago we were going for a bike ride with the Burley Piccolo tandem that I tucked away 2 years ago when they stopped making them. I needed to blow up Julian's bike tires a little bit, so I went to go get my pump. Well, it didn't work, because Adrian had somehow managed to remove the internal fitting for the pump interface. Also, he emptied my little case of pump attachments, like the ball-inflating needle, air mattress valve, etc.

Yesterday I went to get my camera for a Christmas party at the Falco's house. I had been charging the battery, and I went to get it from the charger, but it was gone. Guess who? That's right, Adrian took it out of the charger and disappeared it somewhere. Who knows where? Not me. It could be anywhere. He likes to drop things into small crevices, so I have no real hope of finding it in the near future. I had to buy another one today to the tune of $55.

Ah, the joys of a wild almost-2-year-old.