It was a busy, busy weekend folks. A good one, but a busy one. Nevertheless, by Sunday night, I knew it was going to be a battle to get Lizzy to sleep. I suggested that we hop in the car, drive to a street nearby known for their Christmas lights, return our Redbox, and hopefully the little one would fall asleep on the way home.
So with Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra singing Christmas songs, we headed out:
PS- that last house? Kind of my dream house. That two story deck, those shutters, French doors, oh my!
For someone who used to hate Christmas time, I'm definitely getting into the spirit a little bit more every year :)
PPS- Little one was out cold by the time we got home!