The Christmas tree is up and music of the season is constant around here.  I’ve been feeling so crummy that my job last night was to sit on the floor, unwrap ornaments and pass them off to the three official decorators.  And I haven’t even rearranged them.  I’m not sure if that’s a sign that I feel like a sicky or that I need less control over my environment than I have needed in the past.  We’ll see how long until it bugs me. 

The Christmas elf left his letter this morning.  He’s watching us… and reports to the North Pole each night as to who has been naughty and nice.  The children in this house keep telling me they’re nice but I’m not convinced their behavior is communicating the same message.  Maybe a day with an empty space in the advent calendar would change things?  hmmmm.

It was so nice to have my mom here for a few days.  She’s kind of like superwoman when she’s here, getting so much accomplished.  We even got a date.  She didn’t think returns at the mall and a quick dinner sounded like a great date but I thought it was great!  And I mentioned shopping… I should let all my concerned readers know that I am the proud owner of fantastic brown boots, because I know you’ve all been concerned.  What?  You think I’m kidding?  Guess how many of you have called or texted me thinking you found me a deal on my dream boots?  Yeah, more than just you!  I’ve got myself an army of personal shoppers who have my back!  Well, I didn’t get those, but these are just as great and more practical. 

And… they look fantastic with jeggings.  Yep.  I was not in favor of this particular fashion phenom but it turns out they are darling and surprisingly comfortable.  Nordstrom is the place for quite the variety.

And a picture just because.  This is Beckham’s favorite guy.  He talks about and to him all the time and always with enthusiasm.  Grandpa pretty much rocks his world.  mine too.