You've Not Got Mail

The presents are all unwrapped.

It wasn't envelopes.

It was pillows!

That's a good present. Really; it is. I've been wanting new pillows forever.

P.S. That was not my only present. Kenny outdid himself this Christmas, and of course went over the limit that we set..again...he loves me...he loves me not...nope...he loves me!

We enjoyed spending time with my family, and of course Avery had a blast this year! We all went way overboard...even Santa.

Hope everyone else enjoyed their Christmas holiday!

Fooey

Amidst Braden's squawks and Avery's "momma! momma! momma!" I scurried from room to room, gathering laundry so I could maybe see one of my accomplishments today.

Something caught my attention; it was a faint "rriiiiiiippppp." Not the excited RIIIP of someone tearing into an ever so sought after present, but a slow, meticulous tear of someone not quite sure of their boundaries.

I tiptoed into the living room, sure of what I was going to find. There Avery stood, opening a present from under the tree.

Who knew someone could jump so high from a whispered, "psst."

After an explanation and a tricky puzzle of tape and wrapping paper, we continued on with our day.

The good news: It was a present for me.

The bad news: The box was marked "5,000 white envelopes."

My Little Artist

Avery felt like a big girl the other day because I let her play outside all by herself while I made lunch. I left the door open so I could hear her, but she never even ventured off the back porch.

When I called her in to eat, she was proud to show me four steps and a patio that was beautifully decorated with her art.

Today Was Beautiful

When Avery and I get home and are spent, guess who wakes up?!

Gotta Love Those Smiles!