Beware, the following photos may make you want to reach through your computer screen and squeeze the daylights out of a certain someone's smiley little cheeks. Or maybe I'm just biased, you know, being his mom and half creator of said little cheeks and all.
My happy boy is the proud new owner of the ubiquitous (in the toddler world, at least) PBK Anywhere Chair, and I do mean proud. I let him open this Christmas gift from his Grandma and Grandpa on Saturday. A little early, I know, but since he's got approximately 239 gifts under the tree I thought we'd try out the Hanukkah way and spread the gift openings out a bit. This one was a hit, as you can clearly see here.
Then, the monkey in him discovered chairs are good for something other than sitting adorably atop. They're good for reaching things. Like your Christmas stocking, for example. Naughty, naughty, A .... Santa's watching.
Today, I'm very excited about two things and very not excited about another.
Very excited about: MEGAN! In AUSTIN! My baby sister is flying in to spend Christmas week with us, and her visit will surely be jam packed with super exciting activities. Like staying in our sweatpants all day and making cookies (which I'll eat just one of and then run the stairs, OKAY Dr. S??) and watching Christmas movies and laughing until our stomachs hurt as sisters do best. I'm SO excited to have her here, to have some help finishing up my last minute Christmas to-dos, and to hear all about her fabulous LA adventures.
Also very excited about: my new KitchenAid stand mixer! I've been envying my friends with these handy mixers forever. I've burnt through two cheapo handheld mixers this year, and when my very generous grandparents sent a very generous Target gift card, I eschewed anything super practical and bought myself this beautifully engineered kitchen countertop appliance. I know. I know. Part of me has died with the realization that I no longer consider a freaking mixer "practical". But the time crunched mommy in me is thrilled to have an easier way to whip up baked goods and baby foods and whatever else it is that people make with these things.
Not so excited about: A's afternoon appointment with the ENT doctor. His physician phobia has grown more and more severe with all these recent visits to the pediatrician (and their evil pokes and prods and chilly diaper-only weigh-ins). He's now taken to screaming as soon as he is lifted from the car and spies the cheery yellow exterior of his pediatrician's office. Hopefully the new downtown locale will fool him, but I know the oblivion won't last long. One look at the ear looker thingy or a thermometer, and our afternoon will be officially down the drain, all at the low low cost of a $50 specialist copay. Let's just hope this doctor is helpful and kind and gets Mister's ears whipped into shape once and for all.
Ta ta, friends, and happy Christmas week! Safe travels to the travelers and good luck to the last minute shoppers among us.