Leading off the decorations are the oldest ones of all, from the Mayor's first Christmas. These little guys have seen better days, but in the land of blind puffball acorn skiers, the one-eyed puffball acorn skier is king!
Seimi hanging a car ornament very close to a green light since green is for Seimi.
Boookie inquiring about what kind of World War 2 plane one ornament is. He decided it was most like an ME 262.
Ela making a very long, deliberate choice which ornament to hang up for her turn.
The Bunker got some camo netting and white lights, along with a little Christmas tree with Lego presents. There's even a remote control to turn the lights on and off.
The Bower got pink lights and another little Christmas tree, also with a remote control. The fun continued to grow when the hobbitlings discovered they can control each others' lights with the remote controls.
We're all looking forward to Christmas, but probably none more than Seimi. He was very insistent that we need to have a Christmas tree that was "at least as tall as when I was three." He was very satisfied at the sheared Douglas Fir we selected from our traditional source, Chubby & Tubby's, particularly when decorated with our the traditional Christmas lights from the Hobbit Wife's growing-up years.
Admiring the lights after dinner, Seimi suddenly blurted out, "Wait! I forget - how do you turn these lights off? Do you blink at them?"
After a long and much-needed hiatus from house projects, the Mayor and the Hobbit Wife have been enjoying a renewed/new sense of purpose as they have been exploring what Michael Delving is about. The house seems to have a growing sense of identity, and all kinds of house projects small and large are springing to joyful life.
Last Saturday over coffee in the morning, the Mayor commented that he'd like to replace the kitchen floor. It ended up taking longer than he expected because SOMEONE (the picture gives a clue as to that person's identity) had done a bang-up job with prepping and gluing the previous kitchen floor tiles, necessitating much chiseling and prying (aka bang-up job #2) to remove the old floor.
Here's some of the new kitchen floor mid-installation. It took much longer than expected but turned out wonderfully.
While the floor was going on upstairs, downstairs in the Mayor's shop, the new kitchen table (begun long ago in the summer of 2012) was drying under the last coat of polyurethane. The table had been on hold for this long because it needed to wait until the Mayor and the Hobbit Wife knew what sort of family gathering place was needed. Once the Father passed that on, the rest was a piece of cake. The Mayor worked up a quick model in Sketchup to work out the exact dimensions.
And it was only two weekends from there to the finished table, which turned out to be everything that was hoped for.
The finished table and new floor. We look forward to hosting you soon!