The Big Chill

I've had this "chill in my bone" for the past month.  I know I know - I'm originally form the Northeast and temperatures in the 40s and 50s should not warrant the start of the heater season.  But this weekends arctic blast is no joke.  Our weekend plans of running outside, watching a Christmas tree get lit up and playing at the park were squashed when the drizzle and cold temperatures started falling on Friday morning.  The best thing we could do was improvise and hibernate.

Our weekend:

a bowl of Pho

a playdate with Ainslie

a pumpkin spice latte
a session of the mexican train game
homemade waffles

a spotting of fall foilage
a morning of lifetime Christmas movies
an afternoon of football

several cuddle sesssions
countless naps

the first day my Napoleon Dynamite boots were appropriate (seasonally, not fashionably)
staying in pajamas until noon


hanging our Thanksgiving wreath on the front door

enjoying the three of us....

Not to be cliche but it's weekends like this one that warms my heart and wards off that chill in my bone.

Looking forward to a short week of work and celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday.