Our Nutcracker Sweet*

Whew! Like most Americans, we ate way too much over the holiday weekend. But, we burned off some of those calories by doing the last raking of the season on Saturday and dancing in our seats at the Boston Ballet's production of the Nutcracker today. Charlie was amazingly good during the two hour show and thankfully used her "library voice" to relay her commentary ("He slipped!" "It's snowing!" "The rat's eyes are different - Mommy, did you see that?!").

Apparently all holidays are best celebrated with a lollipop (see also Halloween).
Charlie's Grammy (Sue) and Grandpa (Dave) came for a nearly week-long visit. Charlie had much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.
Is that Barney lying in our leaves? Oh no, it's just Charlie.
No, Charlie, we don't have room in our front yard for the giant inflatable snowmen.
As Charlie said, she was already for the PeaNutcracker.
It's time for the show to start? Well, let's go!


* All credit goes to Dave Spitzer for today's post's title. Thanks, Dad.