This is the self-serving gift I stuffed in Nateís stocking. I donít care if he just wears it to bed, but heís putting it on!
Today my dad and his wife made their way to the BK to have Xmas dinner with me, my belly,
Nate, and Nateís parents. We havenít all hung out since the big I Dos of í05.
It was quite niceóand not just because I got to use napkin rings. (Napkin rings somehow signal adulthood, donít you think? Of course, being married and pregnant do too. But theyíre no napkin rings.)
Itís pretty exciting that all of us are anxiously anticipating the arrival of this little person. And that all of us are experiencing the very last holiday before said little person rolls in and takes over the festivities with an explosion of toys and chaos and cuteness. Christmas will never be the same and I cannot wait.