It’s December, you guys. That means we are officially okayed for any and all holiday talk. I am stoked, to say the least. I’ve been listening to Mariah Carey and Pentatonix Christmas jams like it’s my job. I’ve also been intensely searching the internet for the perfect gifts that no one will remotely appreciate. Tis the season!
To begin our month-long Christmas celebration, we rode the Polar Express this past weekend. Yes, it was the best day of my life. I mean Maddux’s life. Same thing. In typical lazy-as-heck fashion, I’ll be recapping the weekend sentence-or-two-per-picture style.
I don’t know about y’all, but I feel like I’m finally perfecting the “mom stare”. And, yes, he was basically threatening to jump into the water off of the bench.
We ate lunch on Friday at River’s End in Bryson City, and now I want to move there. This white bean & tempeh burger gave me life.
He literally would not put that ticket down for the entirety of the ride. He said you have to go on top of the train if you lose it, which is probably accurate.
Judging from his face in this photo, ticket punching is very serious business.
I used these bands this weekend and I swear I’m still sore four days later. Out of shape much?
When your mom buys you Ninja Turtle chapstick that just happens to be more pigmented than a Nars lipstick.
My job Saturday was watching the Clemson Carolina game and giving horribly vague descriptions of everything that occurred.
Ryne’s parents have a pinball machine and Maddux just learned how to play. I learned that Maddux isn’t a fan of taking turns.
Well, that’s about it. The real point of this post is to FORCE every parent to take their child on the Polar Express. If you have one that runs remotely close to you, just go. Right now. We rode the train in Bryson City and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a yearly tradition now. Yes, even when my boys are teenagers. I will be that mom and they will do what I say. Well, I better go. We’re watching “Santa Paws” and it needs my full attention. 😉