Thanksgiving. It doesn't seem to fly by exactly, but as soon as it's over it's on to the next thing - Christmas! And I don't mind it that way. The transition from the most beautiful fall harvest holiday, filled in my mind with all things burlap, delicious, and cozy, to the Christmas season, filled instead with bright colors, lights, and sparkle, is a fun one. I love both holidays, but my mind has been so preoccupied with all things Christmas since arriving back home from celebrating in Iowa, that these photos seem like they were taken much longer than mere days ago.
(Packing helper. Really. I man, he didn't even TRY to take the clothes out of the suitcase. It's a Thanksgiving packing miracle!)
(He did, however, pack himself into the suitcase. Fair enough.)
One thing looked more like Christmas than Thanksgiving the morning before we left, though...
(As we are deep in the throes of all things Frozen right now, (I guess there's no escaping that one with toddlers), his name, of course, is Olaf.)
(Our halfway treat: smoothies and french fries for all. They clearly do not enjoy it. And now when we drive past any golden arches Caden calls it "the french fry place".)
(Early morning storytime with Grandpa.)
(Naptime with Daddy. Before even getting to any of that turkey.)
(Naps done. Ready for turkey.)
(Hurry it up, dad.)
(There it is.)
(His eyes are so big I think he's stuck with a deer-in-the-headlights look no matter what.)
(Approved of the pumpkin pie. Ate more than his fair share.)
First time, that the twins can remember, anyway, in "grown-up church". Brooklyn got into the music with some hand-clapping.
This guy, on the other hand. Don't let that angelic singing face fool you. If you follow me in Instagram, you already know that he was belting out a rousing rendition of "Old MacDonald" from the hymnal, before declaring, "I don't like church" during the morning's announcements.
(Worn out from the long weekend.)
(Though they did wake up to play with some new goodies. And another stop at "the french fry place".)
Now back home. More normal schedules and routines, our own toys and technology ("let's watch Super Why!" is a common refrain around here), errands and playdates.
And most importantly, most excitingly...
...adding some bits of Christmas.