Now that is what I call an ornament

At some point I decided that I didn't want my house to be stiff.  I want a nice home but I also want a home that is comfortable and fun and welcoming.  I feel that it's not really my home at all--it's ours.  Sure, the home is the woman's domain and I like that Mike allows me to decorate how I want, within limits of course.  Mostly, I just want a place for the boys to feel comfortable.  And so, we have their masterpieces all over the house.  Right now they are just taped to the pantry door but maybe eventually I'll find a better way to display them.  In keeping with my hope to let them have some freedom to express themselves, I let Will hang this ornament on our tree.  I giggle every time I see it.  When he first brought it home I had no idea that he would actually want to hang it on the tree.  He made it in art class and I imagine the teacher didn't envision any parent would actually let their child hang it.  Alas, it hangs on the tree.  If you look closely you might be able to see just how gigantic it is compared to the ornaments around it.  Will is so proud of it--and so am I, even if it IS about the size of Will and Isaac's heads put together.