That holiday glow.

Christmas in the air at Casa Robertson. Our X-mas CDs are on constant rotation, the stockings are hung, and the light spheres are up. You may remember that O-Robs loved these balls of light last year, too. Every day when we get home, he points his finger at these glowing orbs of goodness as well as our fiber optic tree, motioning us to turn them on. We oblige. Simple joys.
Katie and I nixed the idea of putting up the big daddy tree this year b/c Duder is runnin' all over the place. He'd probably just tear the tree down with one tiny hand while laughing his face off. Then dart into another room with the treetop angel in his paw.