Or not so much. How is it that the weekend goes by so fast?!
I managed to catch a cold over the weekend. I haven't had a cold in years to the point that I thought I could just refuse to catch a cold, and that would work. Not so much to that either. I might go to work for the one meeting I really have to go to then come home and crawl back into bed.
It was a great weekend in spite of the cold. Two really good friends and I had dinner at The Green Elephant. Such good food and such good company. I fear that I drank too much wine and monopolized the conversation.
Then it snowed on Saturday. I love it when it snows up until New Year's Day or so, but once Christmas is well past, I've had enough. I managed to get a walk in in the snow, and in the afternoon we got our tree. Oh yeah, and before that, Myrtle got a new coat.
For our tree, we went to the same place in Cape Elizabeth where we went last year, The Old Farm Christmas Place.
Isn't it picturesque?
Maggie, Frank, and Dad raced around trying to steal eachother's hats and hang them high up in the trees. (Dad was the instigator, I think.)
Joe did the hard work of keeping track of Addie.
Who had a meltdown because I overrode her choice of tree. (How could I have now that I look at that photo?!) It's not always a democracy around here.
Joe cut down the tree we finally selected
(I'm totally getting the teenaged hairy eyeball here, can you tell?)
and then tried to charm Addie out of her fit
while Maggie and Frank carried the tree.
Hot chocolate/cider warmed everyone up and finally got Addie out of her bad mood.
We had walked/ran up the hill - just to warm up,
(Joe might have been just a bit put out to be missing college football on TV.)
but we took the tractor back down. Frank took this rare photo of me. Man, I have a lot of wrinkles.
As we drove away, I saw another Mom helping her husband tie the tree to the roof of the car. It made me realize how great it is to have older, capable children. Now I can just wait around and delegate.
Thanks to all of my husband's prep work the weekend before, we were able to decorate the tree the same day.
Frank and Dad were on lights.
Addie did the star as she has for the last few years. She's getting to be a pro.
I passed out ornaments while all the kids hung them on the tree.
And then some of us just sat around and did nothing.
Sunday, we finally went to mass. It's been a while, but I like to at least go during Advent, so I don't feel quite so guilty about going on Christmas. We followed that up with our favorite local breakfast place, Bayou Kitchen.
For some reason, the girls decided to share a room again. My husband worked on the move while Maggie and I shopped for matching comforters which was the condition she had given. Maggie can be quite a good cleaner when she puts her mind to it.
I did manage to get some sewing in this weekend, but it wasn't a very successful foray back into it. I was trying to make a pair of lined overalls. When I finally got to the giving-birth-type turning right-side-out part of the whole thing, I realized I'd created some kind of mobius-type impossibility. I couldn't bear to face the stitch ripping right then especially because I'm not quite sure how to fix it, so I started knitting. That wasn't too successful either. I'm trying to find a good, simple hat pattern for a pretty skein of Malabrigo Worsted that's been in my stash for a while. Any suggestions?
