So. I rigged up the lights last year, and I thought I was going to seriously die. I kept waiting and waiting for Ben to do it, and he did that Ben Thing where he just puts it off and puts it off until I do it. So I tried to set aside my extreeeeeeme fear of heights and put the lights on the house.
I was so scared while I was doing it that I was shaking. I remember the postman came to deliver the mail and yelled up to me, "Are you okay up there?"
"Uh....yeah...but will you come back and check on me to make sure I haven't fallen off this ladder??"
I was really, really scared. By a miracle from heaven, somehow, I didn't die putting those dang lights up. And I decided that I'm never, ever doing that again. I'd rather not have lights at all than do it again.
I asked Ben a few times whether he was going to put lights up this year, and he kept putting it off, so I figured we were going to have a bare house this year. He surprised me by putting them up on Saturday!
The kids, as usual, were eager to help. I was glad to have them out of the house for awhile. I waddled outside to take some pictures.
Dylan actually posed this way - it reminded me of Napoleon Dynamite:
When they started running on the roof, Ben finally banned them from it, thank goodness.
I suppose they haven't inherited my fear of heights.
Here's Benny. Look at that cute butt: