My mom has recently discovered Pinterest. I'm not on Facebook or Twitter, so Pinterest (as far as I know) is not available to a non-facebooker like me. However, I have not been blind to the popularity Pinterest has accumulated, therefore when my mom started talking about things on Pinterest, I was curious.
Now, for a little backstory, I've never had a tree skirt. There wasn't really room for a tree in our little condo, let alone a tree skirt spread out on the floor. We had a ginormous couch in our living room. I managed to put a tree up, but I made due without a tree skirt. Because of this, I got excited to decorate for Christmas right around the time we moved. In June. I was really excited about having a large tree, stockings over a fireplace and, of course, a tree skirt.
Fast forward to actual Christmastime and my mom started raving about these tree skirts she found on Pinterest. Being the type of person I am, my first question was, "Where can I buy one?". I am not my mom's child when it comes to artistic/creative ability. I'm analytical, not artsy. I don't like to make stuff. I can barely decorate my house and put an outfit together, let alone MAKE something to decorate my house with. But, I trusted my mother and consented to go through this tree-skirt-creation process.
It wasn't that much fun. Even my mother, who actually carries quite a bit of talent in this department, found the tree skirt making less then enjoyable. For one thing, IT TOOK HOURS. It was definitely a start early and finish over a couple of days kinda project. We didn't start early and we didn't have a couple of days to waste making a STUPID tree skirt. We powered through and finished them in one day. I think I burnt all my fingers.
Anyway, here's the finished product. No, there wasn't any sewing involved. Just a glue gun which, for a person like me, can be very dangerous.
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We've been quite busy getting into the holiday spirit around here. Last week, my friend Nicole and I put together a little holiday party for some of our friends. We had a blast. We had good food, played games and chatted. AND! Believe it or not, there weren't any poop incidents. YAY! Go us!
The husbands did talk us into playing a rather weird game. The wives put on blindfolds and felt all the husbands' bare legs then guessed which leg was their own husbands. ????? I'm still not sure I feel about this game, but I did guess right! Wahoo!
We played the white elephant game too. We all had a $5 limit and had to get a gift that related to marriage. When Nicole and I made up the rules, we didn't realize how hard it would actually be to find a gift like this, but everyone did really well! Matt ended up with a "Baby-Making Kit" which everyone knows we DO NOT NEED right now, but it gave everyone a good laugh.
I made a trip down to Payson yesterday so that I could have help with sending out my Christmas cards. The actual "putting together and sending out" part isn't hard. It's the "keeping kids occupied so I can accomplish said putting together and sending out" that's hard. Needless to say, I went down to do Christmas cards and ended up running 5 million errands. Luckily, I have a wonderful mother who loves to entertain her grandbabies while I run around. Makes my life so much easier.
Today was a busy day. We took the Kunkles and the g-babies to see Santa. This is one of those situations where I start asking myself, "What were we thinking?". The clouds did part and shine down on us so that we could get this picture. Shortly thereafter, the photographer came over and told us the picture didn't work and we'd have to take another one. The g-babies were NOT having this and so the second picture could've been sent into the Ellen show to be showcased as a bad Christmas picture. 10 minutes later, we were informed that the first picture had been salvaged somehow and that's the picture we were sent home with. Now, we only have the memory of all the babies screaming their heads off. Don't worry, we are saving for their therapy.
Pudee slept through most of the experience.
Yes Pudee, Christmas does rock.
That morning, we had to write our letters to Santa.
Dear Santa, Holynd wants an elephant. Yep, an elephant. Good luck with that.
We have lots of fun Christmas plans still to come!
