Thanksgiving was pretty good. After cooking (and taste-testing) a full meal for my guys at work, I came home to finish straightening up the place and re-arranging our furniture. Dinner was at 1pm, and my folks and brother came. I was soooooo excited! Dad and I tried to listen to Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie (family tradition). I ended up turning it off, since there were just too many people talking and the volume kept going up and UP and UP. Mom got down on the floor and played "tickle war" with the Sprouts.
Mom was holding Little Sprout, and Dad was holding my grand-sprout (yes, they are about 6 months apart. Don't remind me).
Little Sprout got a little cranky, trying to gouge out grand-sprout's eyes and yelling, so we assumed that she wanted to be with Grandpa. So laps and babies were switched.
Unfortunately, it appears that Little Sprout didn't like that arrangement, either. It seems that Grandma and Grandpa are hers EXCLUSIVELY, and she has no intentions of sharing them with anyone. Especially not her nephew.
I decided to head off any further attempts at murder by feeding everyone. Pea salad was the favorite for DH, Big Sprout, and Little Sprout (thanks MIL).
Look at those cheeks!
And so, Barefoot Mommy saved the day once again.
That brings us to today.
Normally, I wait only long enough for the last Thanksgiving guest to walk out the door before hauling out all my winter holiday decorations. I LOVE decorating for the holidays. I firmly believe that it is one of the few redeeming features of a MN winter. I have tons and tons of decorations...... See?
What you can't really tell by this photo is that the pile is 3 boxes deep. as in there are two more stacks of boxes behind this one.
Back to my story. I am already a day behind in my holiday decorating, so the minute I got home, I started hauling all these boxes from the storage room (on the 3RD FLOOR), and got the trees out of the garage. Ummm, yes I have more than one tree, and yes I use more than one at a time. Space is not a consideration when it comes to holiday decorating. After all, who needs to move?
My holiday decorating has become a long-running (and, I feel, highly over-rated) joke in my family. See, I am just a little obsessive-compulsive when it comes to my decorating. I do themes. I don't think I go wildly overboard. I just like it to be pretty. My favorite color scheme is cream and gold, and I always use lots and LOTS and LOTS of clear lights. I tend to go with either understated elegance or a totally natural look. I like it that way.
Well, last year while doing my annual after-christmas decoration shopping, I took pity on my poor DH (whose holiday style is much more....ahem....colorful than mine and bought a pre-lit tree with colored lights.
It obviously does NOT fit into my normal scheme. I immediately realised that very few of my ornaments would fit on this colorful (oh, heck, it's GAWDY, for crying out loud!) tree. My beautiful gold filigree and glass tree topper was in no way going to look right on this tree, and neither would any of my subtly shimmering ball ornaments, or my glass angels, or my iridescent snowflakes. So I went to the thrift store, and for about $20 (including a donation to the food pantry), I did this to the tree.
You can't really tell from the photo, but on this tree is red, yellow, white, blue, purple, green, and teal. There are santas and stockings and reindeer and snowmen etc. etc. DH is more happy with this one colorful tree than he ever has been with any of my previous painstaking efforts to create the perfect tree.
So I decided to throw out all the rules.
These are my santas.....
and my snowmen....
and my angels.....
and my beautiful snow village....
DH absolutely loves it.
So does Little Sprout.
Maybe this colorful thing isn't so bad after all.