I’m avoiding doing the dishes right now, but I’m going to have to hit the kitchen shortly, as we’ve been working on a nightly routine for prepping the house for the mornings.
So, off we went one morning to hunt down our tree, using those crazy scimitar-esque tree saws:
We went to this place, changing farms after a decade. I didn’t dislike the place we’d gone to previously, but I was desperately trying to woo folks from the island to join us on our holiday mayhem. “C’mon, I know it’s a long drive, but they have alpacas! It’ll be fun! In the end the people who joined us made for a terrific group. We got a bigger tree than usual, and even managed to get it up well in time for the holidays.
Next year we should have our projector screen mounted, so I’m guessing that this is the last ceiling-brusher we have for a while. On the plus side, if we ever do find our Flying Spaghetti Monster topper, it will fit. I hung our stockings on the bookshelves next to the tree, as we still have nothing going on in the mantel department.
There was some last minute gift making. I stenciled twelve shirts, including a very messy sugar skull for Patrick.
And we walked down to Christmas Tree Lane, aka Thompson Avenue. Every house on this block does something in their yard, and the municipal power company foots the bill for the month of December. This stretch of Thompson has a grassy island down the middle of the street, planted with coastal redwoods, and kids can visit Santa under the dark trees, surrounded by yard displays. I’m not sure if that’s more or less traumatizing than a mall trek. Ah well. This is my favorite house, taken with a shaky camera while I tried to keep an eye on Tristan in the crowd.
It’s the characters from “The Nightmare Before Christmas”, and it inspires me to do a yard display featuring the snow people from “Calvin and Hobbes”. Someday perhaps.
And oh, there there was the day of presents. Tristan was good for about four of them, then he really needed some food.
We had a nice late lunch before visiting friends, one of whom was celebrating her birthday. Their house was full of family and friends, and it was fun to visit and then return to our less chaotic space.
The next day, we swapped the dressers around as part of converting the boys’ room into a more kid-capable space, and as part of getting our own bedroom unpacked. First I painted the little dressers that used to hold art supplies.
Then they went into the closet in the boys room, along with a narrow hanging rack for shoes and hats. Each dresser has only three drawers, so we had to pare down Shay’s t-shirt collection, but they are so low that even Tristan can access his clothes. I want to put in a long mirror and a laundry hamper next.
I should really do those dishes. Next on our lists: leveling the backyard, and planning/building a bike shed and new coop!