Tuesday, December 25, 2012

It's the most wonderful time...

I love everything leading up to Christmas!  How can you not love the month of December, other than I am completely exhausted from over committing myself to way too many things.?!  

One weekend we traveled downtown to see the lights and light show at Faneuil Hall.  We took a family ride on the train and chilled downtown (literally and figuratively). 
 There were many beautiful Christmas trees and lights everywhere.  It was well worth the trip.
 There was a light show every 30 minutes set to music.  It was great to see all the lights correspond with the music being played.  Berkey was loving it!
 We visited a cute Christmas shop and picked up our yearly ornaments; Berke got a Micky Mouse playing a drum and Christian and I got a cute Country Music one with a guitar and banjo.  The night was basically the best cause I got to hang out with these two gems.
 I attended my sixth annual wreath making party put on by the Cambridge first ward.  I cannot believe this was my sixth Christmas in Boston!
I took two of my sweet neighbors with me and they had a great time.  I am truly blessed to have the BEST neighbors in the WORLD!! Gotta love Charlotte and Sis.
 Our finished products!  
 This year my brother is Afganistan for Christmas.  I had an overwhelming amount of support from friends who donated food and money to send to him and his officer friends.  My brother got the loot a few days before Christmas; it made me miss him so badly.  
I also was privileged to attend the Boston Ballet's Nutcracker with some friends this year as well.  It was the best performance I have seen of the Nutcracker; truly amazing.  Berkey has been obsessed with the Nutcracker this year and has informed me that I must take him next year.  I'll admit the little girls in dresses with their mommies where adorable; I'm thinking dressing up Berke fancy pants next year could be equally as cool.  I also decided my skinny little man could def be a ballerina; he has the body type for sure and he loves to dance.   

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