Just look at that face; how could anyone resist Lulu’s charm.
Her mama isn’t a llama.
Our Christmas was pleasant. Quiet, but nice all the same.
Lunch with a friend.
A Vera Bradley explosion.
An art explosion, brought to us by Bailey, Caroline’s friend and recipient of some shiny new paint pens.
Our dinner, though unpictured, solicited rave reviews from Craig, which, for me, is always a nice way to end the day. We ate brined and roasted pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes with gravy, asparagus, homemade cinnamon applesauce and homemade crescent rolls.
I’m stuffed, spoiled rotten and sad to see Christmas come and go again. Winter seems bleak and cold after a season of lights, cookies and merriment. However, I still have Oreo truffles in my fridge to indulge in, so I’m not giving in to the post-holiday let down just yet.