*flips through animal board book with Anne*
"Yes, that's a Dalmatian on the "Spotted" page, he's a doggie. He says 'woof woof.'"
"I'm pretty sure that's not what the antelope says. But I don't what he says, so..."
"No, the panther doesn't say 'woof woof.' I'm not exactly certain what the panther says, but whatever it is, it's much more sinister." *attempts growling noise*
*Mike readies for his morning*
"That was a good night with Anne, huh? Especially coming off of those 2 tough nights earlier in the week."
"I mean, she did fuss that one time at 10:30, but she went back to sleep."
"She got up at 10:30?"
"Yeah, don't you remember? You started crying."
"I did not."
"You did, but I knew it would be fine. You went right back to sleep."
"I don't think this actually happened."
This happens every year. The week before Halloween comes and I want to break out my holiday playlist. I don't know what it is, I mean, I'm always enjoying the fall and all the fabulous weather and activities that it entails, I don't need to rush Christmas.
But I do it every year. My husband is completely scandalized, because he's all for keeping all holidays within their proper season and savoring them. He doesn't think you should listen to a beat of Christmas music nor glimpse a lighted tree until after Thanksgiving.
I will grant, prior to Halloween is too early. I make myself hold off, but it isn't easy I tell you. However, the instant November 1st comes, all bets are off. I already told Mike to prepare himself for Hank and I starting the Christmas movies in November, because otherwise we don't have enough time to watch them all. We own a LOT of Christmas movies.
And with Christmas gift knitting in full swing, I mean, who can blame me?
I love this time of year. :) That is, until mid-December when I'm cursing all yarn that is destined to still be knit or crocheted into a Christmas gift...