There aren't going to be salt dough ornaments in my house this year.
I didn't get to the cream cheese spritz cookies I'd been craving (which my mother in law makes better than I do, anyway).
My presents aren't all wrapped yet. My house is a mess. I'm pretty sure I forgot some Christmas cards. We haven't started packing.
We watched a lot of TV this week. I wanted to curl up on the couch and not get up.
I threw my littlest sweetheart a birthday party on Sunday. I baked cupcakes. Everyone had fun.
BG knows all the words to Santa Claus is Coming to Town and Jingle Bells, the chorus of Up on the Housetop, and one line of the Twelve Days of Christmas. ("FOUR CALLLLLING BIRDS.")
My kids put on an impromptu ballet show to The Nutcracker this morning.
We saw Santa at the mall. We wrote him a letter.
We've read The Polar Express and The Grinch about 5 million times each.
BG can count to 25.
The baby signs "hat" when she sees a party hat. She threw a balloon this morning.
Sometimes winning happens even when you don't think you're doing much.