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"Weird. Too weird."


I told you my boys have selective senses. This was proved again yesterday. I was admiring our tree with its radiant lights shining beneath yards (and yards) of beautiful shimmering ribbon.

Samuel was sitting nearby and I asked (innocently), “Isn’t this SO beautiful?” He over smiled and just nodded. And then I KNEW. I said, “Samuel, what do you really think?” He wrinkled his nose and said, “Weird. It’s just weird.”

If you enjoy looking at decorations from other homes, I've found a ton at BooMama's.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh I love it. Kids are just so honest in letting you know what they think. I think your tree is absolutely beautiful.
jenny said…
As the mom of three small boys I'm amazed at your beautiful tree and all the time I know you put into it....but then again, I know you. I would say the tree is "so you," but I wouldn't want to call you "weird" either.
Lisa said…
The tree looks simply fabulous!! My tree is sadly lacking this year, I allowed the kids to put it up, and they had a blast, guess that is the important thing. Next year it will be my turn again. :*)
Lisa
Nadine said…
What a beautiful tree. It's so full and nicely decorated. Your children are beautiful. May you and your family be blessed this Christmas.
Unknown said…
Nadine,
Thanks for visiting my blog. I have never heard of BooMama's site until Kelli (There Is No PLace Like Home) posted about it. I visited several amazing websites and "homes."

Lisa,
I'd like to have trees in my boys rooms too so they could decorate. Initially, I did let them decorate but they would take about 15 ornaments and put them in about 6 inches! So, I'd like to hit some after Christmas sales and buy a couple of small trees for them for next year! :-)

Jen and Junia,
Actually, IF you like ribbon this stuff is SO easy. I worked about 1hour on the tree. And it was fun!
Mary Ellen said…
Absolutely beautiful!

Hilarious what your son said, at least he's honest - too cute.
Mary Ellen said…
How do we find BooMama's page?
Unknown said…
"BooMama" is a live link on my post. Just click and you're there. ":-)
Lori said…
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing!
Laura ☃ said…
It is definately uniquely you! Love the ribbon. I'm still looking forward to posts about how your house has turned out & become your home since all the work you guys put into it. Merry Christmas!
Unknown said…
I think your tree is beautiful too. It looks like those you see in the fancy stores! I for sure like it better than mine, since I didn't even put one up! LOL Got to love Samuel! He is so funny.
Shannon said…
Boys are something else, aren't they:) Love the music!
Anonymous said…
hehe, sounds like somethign my kids would say!!!

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