Daddy-snuggles, intermittent snacking and small feasts around the table
a healthy dose of board and card games
and a trio of pies (pumpkin, buttermilk cream, pear crumb).
Dad Owens risked life and limb clambering up to the roof to diagnose our chimney troubles. At one point, he says, he stepped from a folding chair to perch at the top of our fence and thought to himself: this might not end well. He also tidied our eaves troughs while he was up there. Seriously swell guy.
We also did a fair amount of missing Kindra&co (hubby's youngest sister&fam, who spent the holiday at her in-laws'). Mom Owens snapped a shot of the homemade butterhorn rolls and sent it to Kindra's phone, which we deemed cruel and unusual and pretty funny.
I even dutifully walked several miles on the treadmill, successfully burning the caloric equivalent of one cranberry. Ah, well.
And now for my favorite time of year. Bring on the Christmas!