Can you believe that it's already the end of fall? The older I get the faster the months seem to pass. Slow down just a little, life!
McLain is continuing to love the third grade. He is very much turning into a miniature version of his father. His gift of sarcasm and for messes that make me just a little crazy are undeniable Clay Brooks' traits.
Keaton is still my little wild man. This week he cut my sheets with scissors and happily admitted to doing so. At least, he is a honest little deviant.
Having happily stuffed ourselves with too much Halloween candy that was quickly followed by Thanksgiving's turkey and dressing, we are all looking forward to Christmas and all that it brings. McLain and I can't wait to sip our cups of hot chocolate as we drive around our town looking for the best houses with Christmas lights. I can't wait to see how Keaton reacts to sitting on Santa's lap this year. I can just envision him trying to scale Santa's sleigh and escaping with a reindeer or two. I'll keep the camera near by. :)
