It's probably because I'm big and prego and I can't go anywhere right now, but I'm really homesick to be at my parents home or in Idaho, or somewhere with snow for the Holidays. I almost cry every time I hear Christmas songs about being home and with family. I'm sure that part of it is the hormones, but I really miss the traditions that became a part of my life growing up.
It does help that Izzy is super excited for Christmas. She never tires of pointing out the Christmas lights, Christmast trees, and big blow up Santa Clauses around town. She was so excited when we decorated our tree. I think she wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to turn it on herself. I really can't wait until she sees what Santa brings her. That will honestly be the best gift I get this Christmas.
Putting the angel high on top of the tree.

Izzy had a special spot for all the Christmas balls.

Isabella was looking out the window tonight and said, "Mommy, the sky is pink." Sure enough it was pink. She also told me it was yellow and orange. It's been a while since I enjoyed a sunset, so I took a picture.
