And you still get all of the awesome foodies to boot!
I love that we have this build up, these days of counting our thankfuls and of being grateful for even the littlest of things in our lives - especially the little things - before the crazy of Christmas happens.
I love that we stop...and we gather together with those that we love...and we just are.
Haters don't be hatin.'
Mamas don't be jealy...
The food...the games...the crafts...and the crazy.
I love that Grampy puts in his earplugs when my boys are over for the day...
And I love when it's bedtime at night.
And I love the feeling of celebration and festivity...
I really, really, really love him.
Even though he really, really, really loves to tease me.
He kind of makes me crazy.
I sometimes feel like I have four wild hooligan boys.
Because I do.
Followed by the suppertime repeat of glory!
She also likes to poop the squash.
This here be a small sampling smackerel of pumkin, mixed berry, apple cranberry, and pecan pie.
Heaven on a plate, Baby.
I bought the no-name brand cookies this year.
Over half of them were broken.
Simple. Yummy. Together. Slow. Loud. Festive.