Emma's School Christmas Party

Insisting on wearing her Christmas dress on the last day of school she was definitely the belle of the ball! All of her teachers came up to me with the most hilarious stories of her lengthy descriptions of her special dress, how it makes her feel when she wears it and how her Papi had to clean it after she got a "wittle bit off tee-tee" on it. She is such a ridiculous little person and I love it.

She conversed with her friends about baby Jesus and baby brothers, gave farewell hugs and kisses, picked all of the sprinkles off of her cookies and demanded asked politely for refill after refill of Cheetoh puffs. All in all, I'd say that my party girl had a pretty swingin' time with all of her best buds!

Christmas Crap

What happens when your three year old pronounces her F's like P's? All of your Christmas crafts turn into Christmas crap!

Allow me to explain...

As we were getting ready to go to Hobby Lobby she exclaimed, "Mommy, we're going to the crap store?! Yay!"

As we walked the aisles she yelled, "Wow, look at all of this beaubiful crap!"

While we prepared the coffee table to start our snow globes she told Daddy, "The girls have a lot, a lot of crapping to do!"

When we were all done she said in her most loving voice, "I love crapping with you, Mommy. Christmas crap is so much pun!"

Gotta love her.

Our Weekend

This weekend was a total whirlwind, complete with nearly 1,000 miles driven, a company Christmas party, one beautiful wedding, a few glasses of wine, one cursed speeding ticket, catching up with the greatest friends and a trip to  the ER.

Hey, Monday. You're looking pretty good today.

'Tis the Season

We no longer have a "Grinch" house! Hooray!

smiley

the best girl

Where do I even begin? Sometimes you just love someone so much there are no words.

She's the best and I'm so glad she's mine.

Smiles and Pomegranates

 

We bought our first ever pomegranate and loved it. Brandon polished off those seeds in no time and is going to be hopped up on antioxidants for weeks.

little love