My Mabes. She's three months old, you guys. That's a quarter of a YEAR. Shut the front door. (No really. Shut it. Were you born in a BARN?)
She's awesome. The best baby ever, I swear to you, she is. She sleeps from 9pm - 7 or 8am, rarely waking in the night. And when she does wake up at 7 or 8am, usually because she's got a two or four year old in her face, she's full of smiles and babbles. She's content ALWAYS, as long as she's not within ten feet of her car seat. (Effin car seat.) She smiles at everything and everyone, even when she's hungry or wet or waking at 7am to a screaming two year old in her face. She's just, well, the best. And you know what? Even if she stops sleeping (which she may) and being a content little kitten (could happen) and being little miss social (never know), she'll still be the best little Mabel Gray there ever was.
There's been lots of other things going on around here, too. Tis the season, right? Christmas card ordering, family get together planning, adding just one more string of twinkly lights to the house (then one more .... then JUST ONE MORE.....), peppermint mocha sipping ..... the usual merriment making that makes us all giddy as schoolkids this time of year. Likesuchas Sunday, when we trekked to the forest with my family and sawed down our trees. It was all kinds of charming and awesome and full of Griswold family quotes a'plenty. I'll post about that tomorrow. For now, the DVR's awaiting. Catfish, are you watching? What else do you have to do after TM2? It's so, so good!
Serious as a Heart Attack
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