I sit here looking out the window down my dark street, Christmas lights on the neighboring houses a festive runway. Think about the long weekend, the Trips' first REAL Christmas - one they had a tiny understanding of, listening to them talk about Sinta! Sinta! Sinta! on Christmas Eve when we laid them down to bed, watching them tear through presents the morning of, Scarlett opening one, then lifting her tiny finger next to her cheek and asking "One mo? One mo?" until everything had been opened, leaving the carnage of shredded paper and torn boxes strewn across our living room.
Watching Shrek The Halls with them for the 87th time, and Gavin always, ALWAYS covering his eyes on the part where Ginge tells the story of Santa gobbling up his girlfriend (the gingerbread girl).
Plaid Shirt: The Hubs' from Target