And at the Best house...
Christmas cards are hung on the fridge with care. If you didn't send a picture, don't look its not there.
Santas elves have been hard at work. Cannon won't know where to start (truth: I get tears in my eyes thinking about him coming down on Christmas morning. I really think most of the fun of Santa is for parents. Love it.). Despite a self imposed price limit I am pretty sure Dan wants more than undershirts in his stocking. I should get on that.
And if you think Santa isn't bringing Emerson a dozen headbands and coordinating flowers you would be wrong. Very. Very. Wrong.
Christmas candy is made. Workouts are not happening.
A baby is sleeping 7 hours at night. I celebrated with a 6am trip to walmart (the saturday before christmas, which i think was brilliant, it was heaven. Yep, just described walmart as heaven) and 4 glasses of wine on date night.
I am counting the days. Ignoring the bills. And loving every minute.
The house is warm and cozy. The pours are healthy.
Christmas is so close. Love.
The Best part? 6 days. Oh and sushi for Christmas eve dinner.