Due to an insanely busy first half of December and crazy winter weather, we haven’t made our way into DC to see the National Christmas tree yet. Or participate in any Christmas events on the National Mall. I have made Christmas cookies though. Priorities.
Clay is working half-days this upcoming week so we’re hoping to squeeze in as many Christmas activities as we can before we leave for what we’re calling our 2013 Christmas Tour of the South. Shopping! Christmas lights! Christmas pageants! And more!
That isn’t to say that we haven’t exercised our Christmas cheer this year – far from it. On Friday, one of our neighbors hosted a Christmas party complete with Santa, a gift-exchange, and plenty of food and drink. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, our neighbors are absolutely wonderful. And I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I may have made an inappropriate comment to Santa about twerking.
Believe or not, this is the best one of the bunch.
Am I a horrible mom for absolutely loving Violet’s face?
And then Martha and Edward and crew rolled into town around late Friday night/early Saturday morning on their way home from their Vermont ski trip. I can’t wait until Weston and Violet are old enough to ski…I think a family vacation to Vail is in our future. I can totally ski while wearing Violet in an Ergo, right?
We spent Saturday afternoon and evening at Tysons Corner Center and had planned to attend Zoo Lights at the National Zoo afterwards but sleet and freezing rain sent us home and ordering-in Chinese food instead. If that doesn’t scream Christmas, I don’t know what does.
There was a Christmas Cantata at our church this morning. While I ended up walking around the narthex with Violet for the majority of the service, I was still able to enjoy the music. And even though we’re traveling for Christmas, we still fully decorated our house for the season because who doesn’t love Christmas decorations, aside from military movers?
And finally, I want to share our very first personalized family ornament. I get warm and fuzzy whenever I see it on the tree and it’s not just because of the mulled wine.