But I got myself a Christmas tat.
Luckily, it’ll wear off in a few days, or faster with baby oil.
My younger son asked if he could open a present today–just one. When told no, he wandered off and came back to ask again about twenty minutes later. Put that scenario on a repeat cycle, and you have my day in a nutshell. The gift in the photograph is not one of his.
My older son made this ornament at Mother’s Day Out six years ago. It’s one of my favorites. And I have lots of favorites. My tree is jam-packed, particularly since some of the lights went out this year and, rather than delay the tree-decorating any longer, we decided not to use our tree-rotator and just cram everything onto the front. Next year won’t be fun.