It’s a little sad to skip right over Thanksgiving, but that’s life right now. One minute its 10am on Monday with a whole week of promise and the potential for productivity and in a blink of an eye it’s 4pm on Friday and I’ve got spit up caked to my shoulder, Luke has yet to put pants on (for the day, the week…who knows???) and everywhere I look is something needing my attention: dog hair tumbleweeds swirling the floor, the glittered preschool project Jack wants to ‘work’ on, the mountain of laundry begging to be folded.
But the batteries are dead in the swing and Scarlet wants to be held and she’ll only be two months for a moment, so I hold her and another day goes whooshing by.
So anyway. Thanksgiving. It was lovely and tasty and full of turkey and wine and cozy time as a family. Bonus points for nobody fighting and getting to sleep in our own beds.
The day after Thanksgiving was super fun. We made our annual trip to the woods in search of a Christmas tree. And this time, my parents and brothers made the trek with us. There was just enough snow to feel Christmasy without it being treacherous.
The little boys happily tromped through the snow, making snow balls and even attempted a snow man. We went from tree to tree inspecting each one until finally settling on just the right ones. (And Scarlet slept cozy in her car seat just like her brothers did when they were tiny babies).
We even snagged a teeny tiny one for the boy’s room. They absolutely love it.
I love these sweet traditions we’ve started. I can’t wait to see what other ones develop over the years.