+ This has been A Week. If it could go wrong, it has. Just to name a few: a contract on a house falling apart, flat tires, and both Gracie and me falling down the stairs at the same time. I've been trying to fight back with baked goods and Christmas music, but it's been hard. My current drug of choice is a ham, caramelized onion, and gruyere pizza from Trader Joe's. It's helping. A lot.
+ See that picture up there? That's my one-year-old daughter. DRINKING COFFEE. Please know I did not give it to her. Before I knew what was happening, she took it from my hands and downed the last sip. She put the cup down a few seconds later and said "NUM!" My coffee-loving genes are strong.
+ It's snowing. It wasn't supposed to snow today, but it's snowing and I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.
+ There are two internet things I'm incredibly tired of. The first--gift guides. Please stop. They have never, ever been helpful. It's like the "must need have to have or your baby will die" newborn lists. Your baby most definitely does NOT need a nearly $200 foam pillow mattress thing to nap on. Also, my husband does not want a flask in his stocking.
The second thing is Boomerang on Instagram. I don't want to see your twitching on a loop. It looks like you're having a seizure.
+ I was invited to a gingerbread house party. It was supposed to be, to quote the host, just a time to drink hot chocolate and hang out with other moms. Then she emailed about doing a gift exchange. Then she emailed a list of items we need to bring. And then she emailed links to Pinterest, to give us "inspiration" for our gingerbread houses. I'm officially stressed.
+ Gracie's vocabulary is exploding again. She may not be a confident walker, but homegirl can TALK. She's started saying "need help," but it comes out "need a hoe." When she asks for more blueberries (aka blueberries or grapes), she calls them "boobies." Her pronunciation is a bit crude in more ways than one. She's also started telling me when she's scared, like when a stranger is nearby or she hears people talking outside. She says "I skeered! I skeered, mama!" and she wraps her arms around my neck. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ANYTHING BETTER EVER.
+ James' grandparents sent several shipments of Christmas presents for Gracie this week. I think I'm more excited about these toys than she'll be. My parents got her a play kitchen, James and I got her a dollhouse, and I am chomping at the bit for Christmas morning! Christmas with a kid really is the best. Aside from all the wrapping I have to do. The only kind of wrap I want to deal with is the food kind.