We have reached a new milestone in this house: Rory asked for dresses and shoes for Christmas. I think I can no longer deny she is officially a tween.
Both kids had recitals (their first) this past weekend, and while they both get super nervous beforehand . . . you couldn't tell it during their performances. Watching your child perform gives whole new meaning to the well-known phrase regarding parenting that having a child is like "your heart forever walking around outside your body."
Brian turned the Big 40 yesterday. Becky said William and Xavier asked, "he survived Pearl Harbor Day??" Completely cracked us up.
Jeni's ice cream is sending me multiple emails with all their holiday flavors, and I am thinking Christmas 2015 may not be complete until we've made a trip to Nashville for a scoop of dark chocolate peppermint or maybe sweet corn spoon bread. Maybe both. It's the holidays, after all.
I took Christmas card photos, edited and designed a card, ordered cards, and picked up cards from the printer all in less than 36 hours this past weekend. A veritable Christmas miracle.
I have spent the last 3 weeks not sleeping. When I picked Camden up from school today, he said, "No offense, but you have these dark bag things under your eyes."
Remember when they were all little and cute and I still dressed them up, made them wear Santa hats and took adorable pictures?