It's the end of 2010, and all of a sudden (as in, yesterday), we realized that we were about to miss the chance to throw a Centennial Party for our house.
Our first house was built in 1909 ... but we sold it in 2007.
Our second house was built in 1912 ... but we sold it in 2008.
This house was built in 1910! So this was our shot. I sent out an email, and then started calling people, inviting them to celebrate with us. Even though it's New Year's Eve, I could justify having an early party since it's really just a house party. By 9:30, people had left, and I had changed into a brand-new pair of black maternity yoga pants (thank you, Laura!). I'm sitting in the living room, all the lights off except the trees (which put out a lot of light), and Bob's snoozing on the couch.
The kids are in bed, and I just threw out the remainder of the cake, since Lily decided to sample a chunk of it.
We don't have people over much, but we should. Not only do we enjoy it, but the scramble to get things done around the house is good for us.
Not that we got much done around the house, but we had fun.
I'm dreading taking down the trees. If it were socially acceptable, I'd keep them up all year round. Which would be bad for so many reasons, not the least of which is that these trees are really dry already. They just wouldn't make it...
(That's tree #1 on Christmas morning, while the kids were still sleeping hard, recovering from the late Christmas Eve service.)
