Baking, waffles, ping pong, jenga, dancing, puzzles, long walk with the dogs, dinner.

And an extemporaneous poem by Katy:

It’s November!

It’s November hot or cold
Sugar or salt or frostbite toes
Fire places always hot
Apple cider stirring in the pot
Pumpkin pies all around
Leaves are falling to the ground
Left over candy from trick or treat
Make sure you don’t make a peep!
It’s November!