I've been waiting for a wind-free night to take the girls to see the festival of the lights in town. There's two separate parks that are totally decked out, and we try to go every year and do our round.
The girls love it.
We were too late to make it into the Gingerbread Warming House. It seems we are every year.
Oh well. I don't think the girls even realize anyone's allowed in since we never make it! They don't know what they're missing I guess.
They would've walked around in the cold all night if we would've let them. But eventually we had to drag them all back into the van. It's these simple outings that make this time of year so memorable for us.
Until next year, lights.