Putting Out the Snow Village

This year I didn't even try to get all the Christmas decorating done in just a couple of days.  I did the tree first about a month ago, then I hung the stockings. 



Never did get around to putting the lights outside. 
 
Tonight while their parents went shopping, the boys and I put out the Snow Village.



I'm not much for realism, so I bought some of the Department 56 Snow Babies pieces that I like.  Chase was busy setting out the traditional village, while Connor and I started unboxing the Snow Babies. 

When Chase saw that we were going to mix the 2 concepts he said, "Hey these don't fit together."   I said, "Sure they do.  It's like real life and then all around you there is make believe and magic."  He just gave me that look of "crazy lady."

After it was finish, I walked back into the room and found Connor playing with a character on a sled and pretending it was crashing into the village.  Oh well, I have grandsons.

Critter in My House

He did put on gloves after the squirrel bit him.

Wednesday night Bridget heard a loud thump on their front door.  She looked out and saw their cat, Katie, with something that looked like a rat and it looked dead.  Trinity went to check it out and it was a little flying squirrel which was very much alive.  In fact, it took a chunk out of his hand. Trinity brought it down to my house to borrow a pet cage.  Then Bridget said he could not keep it in their house.  Trinity said he just wanted to keep it over night so he could show it to the boys tomorrow.  So guess where the squirrel slept.  Yes, in my house.
Trinity knows to play the grandson card.

Well, I had a 9:30 doctors appointment Thursday, so I got up and left and gave no thought to the squirrel.  My grandson, Chase was at my house when I got home and quickly asked, "Where is the flying squirrel?"  I said in the pet crate your dad put him in last night.  Chase then said it is not in there.  I said, "Well, maybe Grampa let it go."  So I didn't think about it again until Don got up at 6 pm.  No, Don had not let the squirrel go.  So I called Trinity and told him to bring the boys and find that squirrel.  It couldn't be loose in the house.
It looked like an invasion with lights flashing in my front yard; Trinity and the 2 grandsons coming through the yard with flashlights.  We looked everywhere in the den where the crate was kept; including in and under the sofa and chair, ceiling fan fixture and bookshelves.  Then the dining room and finally in the living room where I had been watching TV.  I spotted the little creature on the floor under the bay window and table.  After the boys took a good look and a few pets, we released it on a pine tree in the goat yard.  I never see any cats back there, so maybe the little fellow can live out its life in the great outdoors.

Readers beware that a flying squirrel can flatten itself out and get through very small holes.  My mom said she had one in a bird cage once and it got out.