My mom never really helped in my Christmas disliking attitude growing up, with the annual decorating to commence at the Schmelz household after Black Friday shopping. Although, this may not seem all that abnormal, it was when it came to her beloved nutcrackers. She's collected them as long as I can remember. While decorating and unpacking the nutcrackers she would talk to them and brush their little beards. If someone did not know my mother and witnessed this event, Adult Protective Services may have been called on us for not turning her into a looney bin.
Now fast forward to present day. About 4 weeks ago our neighbor, Jack, was outside hanging Christmas lights on his garage. This was just the inspiration Jared needed to transform into Clark Griswold. So off to Lowe's we went to buy Christmas lights, extension cords, a new wreath for the front door, garland, bows, etc. I grumbled a little bit, but quickly decided I would much rather help hang lights outside that day when it was 65 degrees than to wait until I felt it was more appropriate to hang the lights (ex. until at least after Thanksgiving) and it would most likely be freezing cold. We agreed the lights would not be turned on until after we returned from Thanksgiving vacation.
While at Lowe's we realized a couple of things: 1) we didn't really remember what the front of our house looked like, and 2) we didn't know how many linear feet of lights it would take. Upon returning home we realized a third point, our ladder was not going to get the job done. We ended up borrowing our other neighbor, Paul's, ladder. We conquered the garage and moved on to the porch. Jared next attempted to hang lights on the other and highest peak, but quickly recognized his life might be in jeopardy to do so. We cheated and used net lighting on the shrubs, which made things go quickly except that they were all planted just far enough apart to make it challenging to connect them easily.
The lighting of the outside did not go completely smoothly, as we bought garland that was too short, then exchanged it for garland that was too long. Third time's the charm right? We had to go back to Lowe's a couple more times to get more extension cords and splitters to make it all work just right. At the end Jared was happy with the results and anxiously awaited for our return from vacation to light up the outside. Jared would like to do more, and already tried to convince me to get one of those blow-up decorations and I quickly said "no." Those things are hideous. I do believe each year we will continue to do more and more, and soon our neighbors will refer to us as the "Griswolds" and the astronauts will be able to see us in orbit.
| Hard to get the full effect, but the outside of our home. |
| Tree and garland in the foyer |
Berlin was very involved during the whole tree decorating process and seemed concerned something was in the tree. She stood guard all night just in case. Glad we were protected. Memphis surprisingly has not climbed either trees .... yet. He just thinks the banister garland is his personal chew toy. I could vacuum twice a day and still have fake needles laying on the stairs. The fly swatter (the only form of discipline that seems to work) stands guard on the stairs to help remind him he is not supposed to chew.
| Berlin standing guard in case a critter escapes from the tree. |
| Finished tree ... now just need to shop and add some presents underneath. |
Merry Christmas from the Roberts - Nicole, Jared, baby Greyson or Kherington, Berlin and Memphis!!
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