Christmas "bajammies", as the three year-old says.

Oh and PS...all my dreams from earlier today came true. (I.E. getting dressed, running errands, cooking dinner, etc.) Except, the wash isn't quite done. But the dishes are, and I'm about to sink into a nice hot bath.


Also, if any of you would like a Danny boy to munch on, you cannot have mine. Oh my goodness, I swear all I do is love on him alldaylong. It's a good thing babies are into that sort of thing. He (surprisingly) never tires of me, even when I try to eat his little face. And if you think that's weird, I get it (though I really don't care!). You probably haven't had your own babies yet! Someday, you'll know exactly what it's all about.

I'll still carry on kissing the faces of my babies until they tell me to "get lost", which will probably happen someday, but my fingers are crossed for otherwise (which means I'm hoping for never).

Growing up is for sissies. And I have little boys.