So far, we've played in the leaves at the park.
Upon telling my Dad this story, he asked if dogs had already peed on the piles of leaves. Probably. (And ewwwww) This will forever be the only "playing in the leaves" picture.
We put up our Christmas decorations. (Basically just the tree and stockings)
Lest you think we live a charmed life, there are always little spats, and tears.
And since we had to dive into the storage closet under the stairs to get the tree- we unearthed one of The Husband's instruments, a trombone.
Peaches (our dog) does NOT like the trombone. Little Man, however, did quite well for his first time.
We dovetailed the evening at the park, a different park than the leaves park, to shake the sillies out.