Work. Yeah. It's an effort to get through a day without crying. Enough said.
Kidlet had her holiday card pictures taken in her Christmas dress. I have no idea how she got to be so photogenic, but she is. There has never been a bad picture taken of this child.
She's holding Baily bear, her latest bestest friend. Her crib now contains her, Baily, Frog, Elmo, Baxter bear, Floppy bear, Fluffy bunny, Myrtle turtle, and Ramunto (he's a dog-- don't ask...). When I go to get her up in the morning, I practically have to dig her out from the pile of stuffed animals and 47 blankets. She's like one of those OCD hoarder people. If she starts refusing to throw stuff away, I'm going to have to stage an intervention.
My Mom is heavy into her Thanksgiving plans. She LIVES for the holidays. The more people in her house at once, the better. I'm bringing my "famous" carrot cake, as requested. I don't think it's all that famous, but it sure is tasty. I have been told by several family members that if I show up without carrot cake, I'm not going to be allowed into the house.
Kidlet has recently entered a nekkid phase. What's up with this? To my knowledge, LT has never been naked in her life. I'm pretty sure she wears socks in the shower. So how is it that her protege is running around all over the place with no clothes on? Is this a normal kid thing, or should I be concerned?
Anyway... Happy, Happy Thanksgiving to all. May your turkey coma be restful.