DPP Day 5 - Christmas Tree!!!
Yes, I know I'm about 5 days late on this post, and other numbers of days late on the ones following. The good news is, the pictures I'm posting were taken on the days named. I just didn't get around to putting them on my blog till now.
You've all survived I see, so no complaining. And, without further ado....
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As I was discussing with my friend Jonesey last week, a Christmas Tree is an essential part of the season for me. Notice that I even capitalized it. It's that important. It just doesn't feel like a real Christmas without a tree (though, I have had Christmas's without a tree - they were just a little bit off). However, since a) we have a tiny budget this year, b) we won't actually be at our house for Christmas (hellooooo KY), and c) we have a small twiggle (tornado + wiggle = twiggle) living in our house, we decided to forego the tree this year.
That is, until I read Martha Stewart for December, and now all I have to say is:
THANK YOU MARTHA STEWART! For saving my Christmas season feeling :)
This is our Christmas tree. It is made out of 2 strands of 100 mini light bulbs, tacked to the wall with white plastic staples. And, then I decorated it.
And, since I can, some close-ups of some favorite ornaments - all of which I inherited from my mom (thanks mom!!!)
For a long time, one of my family's Christmas traditions was to eat Christmas dinner (a few days before) at The Old Stone Inn - an historical landmark about halfway between us and Louisville. It has changed ownership at least 3 times that I can remember, over the years, and now that I think about it, it must have been a very small inn back in the day. One year, when I was somewhere between 12 and 17, they had a Christmas tree decorated with fancy ornaments that were for sale. I remember spying this purple beauty and immediately lusting after it (purple is my favorite color, and though you may not be able to tell from this picture, it's pretty sparkly when it's next to a light). I think I asked my mom if I could have it, and of course she said no (my parents were not in the habit of just buying us stuff - that's why we got paid for chores - to spend our own money), but then on Christmas I unwrapped it, and was very happy.
After my brother died, my mom divided up his named ornaments between the rest of us.
This was one of the 2 or 3 Christmas presents that William received last year (because, let's be honest, what 1 week old child cares about Christmas?).
And, making a guest appearance:
So, I thought that William HATED his carseat. But, it was sitting out in the living room, and he climbed over to it and made noises at me until I picked him up and set him in it. Then I went back to the tree, thinking everything was good. Well, he kept making noises (very insistently, as is his style) until I came back and buckled him in.
I KNOW, right?
The best part is, he sat there like that for at least 5 whole minutes before asking to be let out again. Just sat there! It was astounding. I got a lot done in those 5 minutes *wistful look*.
You've all survived I see, so no complaining. And, without further ado....
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As I was discussing with my friend Jonesey last week, a Christmas Tree is an essential part of the season for me. Notice that I even capitalized it. It's that important. It just doesn't feel like a real Christmas without a tree (though, I have had Christmas's without a tree - they were just a little bit off). However, since a) we have a tiny budget this year, b) we won't actually be at our house for Christmas (hellooooo KY), and c) we have a small twiggle (tornado + wiggle = twiggle) living in our house, we decided to forego the tree this year.
That is, until I read Martha Stewart for December, and now all I have to say is:
THANK YOU MARTHA STEWART! For saving my Christmas season feeling :)
This is our Christmas tree. It is made out of 2 strands of 100 mini light bulbs, tacked to the wall with white plastic staples. And, then I decorated it.
And, since I can, some close-ups of some favorite ornaments - all of which I inherited from my mom (thanks mom!!!)
For a long time, one of my family's Christmas traditions was to eat Christmas dinner (a few days before) at The Old Stone Inn - an historical landmark about halfway between us and Louisville. It has changed ownership at least 3 times that I can remember, over the years, and now that I think about it, it must have been a very small inn back in the day. One year, when I was somewhere between 12 and 17, they had a Christmas tree decorated with fancy ornaments that were for sale. I remember spying this purple beauty and immediately lusting after it (purple is my favorite color, and though you may not be able to tell from this picture, it's pretty sparkly when it's next to a light). I think I asked my mom if I could have it, and of course she said no (my parents were not in the habit of just buying us stuff - that's why we got paid for chores - to spend our own money), but then on Christmas I unwrapped it, and was very happy.
After my brother died, my mom divided up his named ornaments between the rest of us.
This was one of the 2 or 3 Christmas presents that William received last year (because, let's be honest, what 1 week old child cares about Christmas?).
And, making a guest appearance:
So, I thought that William HATED his carseat. But, it was sitting out in the living room, and he climbed over to it and made noises at me until I picked him up and set him in it. Then I went back to the tree, thinking everything was good. Well, he kept making noises (very insistently, as is his style) until I came back and buckled him in.
I KNOW, right?
The best part is, he sat there like that for at least 5 whole minutes before asking to be let out again. Just sat there! It was astounding. I got a lot done in those 5 minutes *wistful look*.