Why do we have to cut it down ourselves?
Why do we each consume an entire strudel and cider (or hot juice as Scrunch calls it)?
Why do we buy the biggest tree we think will fit in the family room only to discover once we're home that it will actually need to be trimmed by a foot and a half?
Why do we tolerate mom's stupid reindeer antlers?
Because we can. And because mom makes us.
4 comments:
Great pics- love them.
Love the antlers! What an adorable picture of the three of you.
It was nice to see you again on Tuesday!
Oh my goodness that brings back wonderful memories!!!
I have your scarf in purple. I got it when we went to the outlets. I love the bug's boots. She is getting so big.
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