... We said goodbye to our petit sapin de Noël, filled the car with Christmas goodies and headed off towards Toulon to celebrate the holiday with my cousin, Mrs.London. After spending a merry evening the night before with The Honeys, eating Rice Krispy treats (made by me) and pulling off bits of honey nougat (made by Mrs. Honey), we were full of sugar and raring to go.
(So besides being honey makers, they're candy makers too... how do you like them candy apples?)
Gregory was so caught up in the Christmas Spirit on the drive down, that he began singing Christmas songs. Well really, just one song in particular, and never with the right words, but it was still pretty much the sweetest holiday moment there ever was (keep reading to sample a snippet...)
That night we (Gregory, Mr.& Mrs.London and me) met up with some friends to kick off the holidays with a quick bite and too many drinks.
The boys took over the music and the bar (of course they did) while we did our best to carry on our cheery way and ignore them. (Not always easy when Pink Floyd and Bob Marley are coming at you at full volume... there's never any Bing Crosby around when you need him!)
Eventually Gregory grew bored of the boy bonding and found a baby to coo over. I have to admit, watching your husband coo over a baby in a candy-cane striped onesie is up there in the ridiculously sweet holiday moments category, but for me, it still doesn't have quite the je ne sais quoi that this does...