All the craziness is here - the parties,the cooking, the decorating. And I feel so behind. Mostly due to a week in Florida (I know, my life is so horrible), but we finally got the tree and house decorated.
And I'm pretty sure my sweet husband left two boxes in the crawl space just because he hates all the decorating, the bossiness from his wife, the house in an order not at all like it's used to being (and trust me, there's usually no order to the non Christmas house). And surprisingly, I really don't care about those boxes left behind - our house is already overflowing with Christmas and I haven't missed anything yet so... they can stay.
I need to get my butt in gear about a Christmas card pic - but thought I'd share some of my favorite outtakes of our attempt at photos on the beach. Tonight, I'm going to settle in with a glass a few bottles of 1554 and hope to come up with a respectable card. Although, getting a picture of Lila who refuses to smile at the camera and a baby who cannot sit on his own has turned out quite impossible.
And my favorite: Grammie doing some negotiating. "Lila, honey, you can live at my house FOREVER, if you just go over there and smile at your mom a little. Deal?"
