Yep. It's that time of year again.
When Blake and I start arguing every time James Taylor's Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas comes on the radio. He's convinced that James Taylor has the best Christmas song voice, while I'm convinced that --while I agree that he has a fabulous voice -- his Christmas songs are made for the depressing part of a chick flick. For the scene when the protagonista is wandering down a drizzly, Christmas-light-adorned street alone, cuing flash-backs of a past romance. You know, those ones.
Who's with me?
It's also the time of year when Blake loves Tree more than he loves Me. But that's ok. At least he's now enamored of an inanimate object other than football. (Join me in a collective sigh of relief that Fantasy Football season is almost over).
Anyhow. We had a great Thanksgiving with Blake's family. Lots of food. Lots of movies. Lots of kiddos.
In fact, here's a picture from the weekend to prove we were having fun...even in the freezing cold anticipation of family photos.