We found it. Our Christmas Tree. It is small. No joke-like less than 4 feet tall. It is on our pub table, because we don't want to race Bryson to the tree a million times a day. By this, I mean, we don't want him to pull it down, pull of the ornaments, and eat the tree. If he will eat lint, toilet paper, and random pieces of the carpet, he will eat the tree. We do understand discipline, however, he is only 13 months old (despite what you may think because of the massive amount of hair this kid has) and he is still learning what "no" means.
Here are some pictures from our adventure:
Merry Christmas to all
&
Happy New Year!
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