The cookies, the gifts, the suitcases...they'll get done. Or not. No matter. Cookies make my butt fat anyway.
Behold, the tree in perhaps the most wildly unavailing photo session in recent months. George didn't love A so close to his tree-home, A was pukey and unstable, Griff paced nervously behind me, camera battery dead just as A decided to smile. As Papa would say...."It's all part of the experience, Audrey."
the hot mess
creeping cat, unsuspecting baby
listen up, santa....
I think we're done here.