Because you'd think I could fulfill a simple holiday wish. . .
|As seen at Barnes and Noble.|
|As seen in Jugs magazine.|
|Raise your hand if you nursed until you were three and thought a pair of red pompoms looked just right!|
If your child was here for that particular candy-filled-boobs party, again, I'm so sorry.
Otherwise, our holiday has been OUTRAGEOUS. Old friends, really old friends, hard cider, grandparents, ham, jigsaw puzzles, not working, red wine, snow, candlelight, games, movies, snow, ham, egg nog, rum balls,
Ben barfing, jigsaw puzzles, music, ham, snow, napping, cat, fighting with Michael about whether the kids need to wear helmets for sledding in the woods because yes, I'm sorry, they do. Like that.
Yesterday I brewed a big pot of vanilla tea, and we all wrote all of our thank-you notes with the snow falling dreamily past our windows like we were in a Normal Rockwell painting of ourselves. Heaven on earth. Our gratitude abounds.
Happy New Year, dear ones.