The older I get the faster time goes flying by, just like the old people used to say.  Right about the time I’m accepting that summer is ending, it’s time to trick or treat and then we’re getting on an airplane to spend Christmas in Kansas followed by summer starting again.  Proving that he listens to his mother’s constant jibber-jabber, Huck recently said to me that the older he gets the shorter the months feel.  For instance, he asked me how many days were in October and then said, “Back when I was two it felt like October had 33 days.  Last year it felt like 30 days and this year it was like 29.”  This explains why at age 40 I can’t quite keep up with the calendar or the seasons.

Here are some pictures from our whirlwind weekend of more holiday fun which included Troy dressed as a shepherd, Huck as a serious Magi, a tipsy Santa, a late night Christmas carol singalong around the piano, quality time with old friends, and our little friend Viviana as Baby Jesus himself.