Anyway - here I am. Life is good. Our proverbial halls are decked and over-priced Pottery Barn socks are hung by the chimney with care. Two-thirds of the tree is trimmed and the bottom remains bare so that little hands aren't tempted by sparkly ornaments. I've yet to start the holiday baking but I've got visions of peanut butter blossoms dancing in my head. Christmas time is here!
It's 80 degrees this week but it's not dampening the holiday spirit around here. The tree is glowing, James Taylor's Christmas album is on repeat, and Kevin McCallister is shouting "Keep the change, ya filthy animal" on my TV. If you crank the A/C down low enough, you can even break out the flannel PJ pants. Blaire's been sporting some festive jammies of her own of late.
Is there anything sweeter than a munchkin in Christmas jammies? I can't get enough.
And because I'm a mom without shame, here are a few gratuitous photos of my sweet girl picking out our Christmas tree - or the "chee" as she calls it.
Hope the holiday spirit has found you too! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got envelopes to address.