This season is blurring by don't you think? I haven't done my Christmas cards, or tiptoed into the neighbours yard with the scissors yet. We decorated the house but lord help me if anyone decides to drop by. I'd have to come up with an elaborate story about how our house was ransacked by wild thieves while we were out.
Naveen's gone ahead and turned into a toddler without my consent. I'm chasing him around like a desperate fool, begging for kisses, or even a chance to nibble his neck. But he's got no time for me, busy getting into the cat's affairs, or grating on Deaglan's last nerve, and falling head over heels for his Dad. At daycare he only associates with other 18 month olds, he's so over infants!
And because he's everywhere, I've done most of my decorating out of reach. As you'll notice there's a bulb-y theme. I've gone to town with bulbs and hot glue.
See the tiny tree up there? While Deaglan was finger-painting a couple of days ago, I asked him if I could guide his hands on my canvas to make a Christmas tree. The bulbs were Naveen's little fingers.
Do you mind squinting when you look at this red bulb wreath? Or at least not judge me because there are tiny ribbons of hot glue criss-crossing over the surface? Do you know the strategy it takes to use the glue gun while Ole Reachy-Fingers is around?
And here's my Christmas mantle. I collected all that milk glass garage sale-ing.
I saw this old window at the Grand Bend Flea Market back in May. Shaune rolled his eyes when I paid two dollars for it.
I'll bet he's counting his lucky stars he has a wife who has such vision! Actually, I got the idea from Pinterest, my heart flip-flopped when I saw this. I'm still not sure where the best place to showcase my version is. I've noticed some of my neighbours walk right on by without a glance. Can you imagine?