Beasley finally got the boots off that he's been wearing since he went to the park on Friday and quite literally ran his paws off. Maybe tomorrow he'll get to go back. But only with boots on.
I'm so glad to be at this point in the long haul that is Christmas. Even the last minute showing of the wrestling spirit wear showed up. No more travel. Just Christmas as a family and Christmas night with friends.
We have a post-Christmas ski trip planned, but it's up in the air whether we should go or not. Stupid rainy weather... It just makes no sense.
And now, it's dinner and a movie at home in our PJs. Here's to 11 days of being off.