It's beginning to look a lot like...

Kids and I broke out the Christmas movies, so it is officially Christmastime. We watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer snuggled in PJs and under blankets after early baths tonight. Leah was her usual wiggly self, but actually was still for at least 60 percent of it. Nathaniel waited until the second sighting of Bumble before declaring "I don't like that monster," but there were no tears. He told me he liked the movie, so I see a lot more movie nights in our future.

It's also Dec. 1, so I guess I could work on addressing cards too. But Hubby left me for a guys' night, so once I got the kiddos in bed, my butt was planted firmly on the couch with control of the remote. Don't get me wrong, I am not so girly that I don't enjoy some of his testosterone-laden shows (Mythbusters, Deadliest Catch, Stormchasers), but every once in awhile I need a dose of some good car-accident TV. You know, on the networks that when he walks into the room he looks at the lower right corner, looks at me, looks back at the TV and shakes his head. 

So the cards can wait until tomorrow.