Okay! The living room is painted, but I'm leaving the ceiling until after the holidays. The boys were in just too big a rush to get a tree for me to complete this project. HOWEVER! The room is really nice. Last night as I was putting furniture back where it belongs, my son came and sat down in one of the recliners and looked around with a half-smile on his face. And said, "Mommy? This is the most peaceful room I've ever been in."
Very high praise indeed - and most unexpected out of a 7 year old boy's mouth.
My husband was picking my son up from the bus stop and called to ask if it was tree time. Yes - it's time! So they went and got a tree while I wrapped up work.
When I got home, a perfectly lovely tree was sitting in a bucket in the carport. My husband came over and told me that Z-boy had picked out the tree himself. It was quite dried out, but Z-boy wanted it because "it looked like it needed someone to care about it and it needed a lot of love." So it sits in a bucket of sugar water rehydrating so it can come inside and be our Christmas tree.
They also spent most of the afternoon putting up more lights and candy canes in the front yard. Thank goodness my husband has the eyes of an artist because that mishmash of different decorations could have looked quite garish.