This is what it looked like when I woke up yesterday.
And this is what it looked like by lunch time.
I love it. We stayed in all day yesterday, hunkered down in sweatshirts and thick socks. It was delicious.
Steven did manage to sneak out of the house yesterday evening to snap a picture of the house.
I love the lights. To me, they say: "Welcome! Come and visit us!"
And, since the weather was making everything feel so Christmassy, we decided to go ahead and put up the tree.
(But we did get a real wreath for the door.)
Someone also got to wear one of his Christmas t-shirts. The title was quite appropriate today, as he was trying to bite each ornament as I hung them on the tree.
Kyle Orton even came over to our house this afternoon, just to hang out with the dog.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care . . . in hopes that they won't spontaneously combust when we actually turn the fireplace on.
It was a very relaxing weekend with much lollygagging around.
Just what we needed. Merry early Christmas, everybody!