Christmas Bells are Ringing

It looks like a White Christmas is in store for us in MN this year. We leave on Wednesday morning to spend the holidays with my family. Tonight I told Steve that I want to get the bathrooms and floors cleaned before we leave. His response was, "Why would you want to clean if we're going to be gone?" I know that every woman reading this posts knows the obvious answer to his senseless question: we want to come home to a clean house, not one that needs cleaning. Even six and a half years into our marriage, I'm still amazed at times by how very different our two little universes really are. Anyway, the bathrooms are now clean. And my sometimes-from-another-planet-yet-at-all-times-beloved husband is doing laundry, without having been prompted!

Sara and I were at the doctor this evening on an originally unplanned visit. When we were there last week for her 12 month check-up, the pediatrician said that her ear infection from a few weeks ago had gone, but that some fluid remained. We made an appointment to check back in with him after the first of the year. However, in the past couple of days, Sara just hasn't been acting like herself, and she woke up from a nap today with a bright red right ear. Sure enough, it's infected again. More pink medicine for my baby girl. I'm just so glad we decided to see the doctor today ... before the ear got worse, before we made it to MN, before we were stuck on a holiday weekend with few options for care, etc.

Yesterday we had an early Christmas celebration with the TX Brittains. I actually took some pictures ... and a few actually turned out! We had a good time visiting, eating, watching (napping through) football, and relaxing.

Presents!

Sara with G & G B. She wasn't originally wearing this red dress, but when she opened her presents and saw it, she just would not put it down. Of all the things she got, she was completely in love with her red dress, so I decided to just put it on her! By the way, don't her chubby thighs look so adorable in tights?!

Sara and Uncle Mark. Would you agree that it's ridiculous that this is only the second picture I have of them together? The first was from the hospital on the day she was born. We were way overdue.

The Brittain Three, ready to dig in!

P.S. Noticing the red marks on Sara's little face? She fell right into a door frame earlier in the day. And later in the evening, she managed to obtain her first fat lip (complete with blood) on the coffee table. Everyone needs a few battle scars, I guess. For the record, all spots are virtually unnoticeable today!