I had a giant Christmas Part II post planned for you guys, but I'm just not feelin' it. I had 50+ photos ready to show you, everything from an ornament that toppled from the top branch to an untimely death on the hardwood floor; a chubby-cheeked baby ripping wrapping paper to shreds only to immediately put it into her mouth for a quick taste-test; a family dinner with the works; and of course, a little tree trimming meets gymnastics.
But you know what? I'm tired. You're tired. My Christmas was a whirlwind trip through slush and snow to visit family in Pittsburgh, then home in time for Christmas Eve service (my daughter loves church singing - she flips her lid when it stops) and on to my family's Christmas which we missed (for the first time in my 27 years on this planet) because of the winter wonderland/havoc inducing/car accidents everywhere/man this really stinks weather. After covering a mere 40 miles in three hours, we turned around. Justin made coffee. We watched The Princess Bride.
Then this happened.
I hope your Christmas was as wonderful as mine.