We spent the morning at the park, and while I know I lament all the the time about how much I want a white Christmas (and I really really do. Seriously, Phoenix, feel free to have a freak snow storm tonight!) there is a certain appeal to being able to spend a few hours outside in perfect 68 degree weather with out having to worry about colds or jackets and sniffles.
Yes, I know. I am literally two steps behind him.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures we have ever taken. He just makes me so happy!
And after the park mommy had to run a few errands on her own, and let me tell you:
Never again will I brave the grocery store on Christmas Eve. It wasn't the crowds or the lines, I expected that, it was the inexcusably rude and cranky people. I wanted to pour everyone a tall glass off eggnog with a double shot of rum to ease the tension, and a large part of me kept hoping that someone would break out into a Christmas Carol and everyone would suddenly put their differences aside and exchange hugs and well wishes. Unfortunately, I guess that only happens in the movies.
But then I was home again and we spend the afternoon eating and drinking eggnog and watching movies and playing with L. It was perfect.
This was my "snowman" of food!
When L went down for his nap S and I engaged in some good old fashioned adolescent fun and plugged in the Wii. Next time the princess is going to beat Luigi, mark my word.
And guess what big boy has officially learned how to open doors? In particular, the pantry door. While S and I were busy getting food together he managed to pull a whole thing of napkins out of the package and started ripping them apart. And it was so cute and funny I just let him keep doing it for like ten minutes so i could take some pictures:
And now, this little sugarplum is snug in his bed, waiting for Santa to visit.