so it’s been awhile.
Which is how I start every blog post lately (or not so lately) it seems. But I pledge to do a better(ish) job of keeping the masses informed about our daily life. I just have so much to share with the world- photo dumps, the best Tupperware to store fruit in, how I swear popcorn is making a comeback, and other fairly random musings about life with two ladies and one mustache’d gentleman (for now! December 1st is upon us!).
I refuse to take you back to the last time I posted for a recap (because that was like Easter or something). Instead I’ll take you back ONE WHOLE DAY (or two. Because I know everyone is dyyyying to hear how our Santa meeting went).
I’d like to start by saying I love our Santa. Our Santa is my homeboy. We’ve been lucky enough to have every single Santa picture since lex was born with the same Santa (I promise to spare you all four years of Timehop Santa pictures)- he’s divine. And amazing. And add in the outdoor lighting and the fact that a lifestyle photographer takes the photos and I’m basically writing them a love letter from the depths of my soul year after year.
after standing in the rain for a solid 45 minutes (weather! We actually got to see real weather! I didn’t bring anyone jackets because it’s something so foreign to me! My umbrella still has its tag on it!) we got to see the big man. Lex having the preparedness of a boy scout marched up to Santa with her American girl catalog and flipped though the whole thing pointing out what she wanted (everything) while k sat idly by in my arms.
And then it was picture time.
K had a FIT. A real life Santa tantrum because she doesn’t like strangers or cameras- all while lex stood by like a good soldier and smiled. It resulted in the most perfect Santa picture I could ever ask for (and this is just from my phone!).
And after all was said and done lex will tell everyone and anyone that k is “getting nothing for Christmas because she yelled at Santa instead of telling him what she wanted”.
How I managed to write 200 words about one little Santa picture is beyond me. I have the gift of a good ramble.
So. Up next is out tree. Well- our picture tree. Because instead of everyone thinking I’m absolutely crazy with my hairbrained Christmas card picture that involves a little tree and two little girls (and the rest is a secret) everyone is rolling with it and acting like it’s some awesome idea.
Jury’s out on how the ladies will do. But I’m absolutely sure that if anyone can make the magic happen it’s tracy.
So we went to a Christmas tree lot in search of the perfect tree (which for lex was a $96 tree that was 4ft tall that apparently someone had to hike up Everest to get. NINETY SIX. For four feet. She cried the whole way home that we left “Norbert” at the tree lot). We got a tree AND I got to be SO totally basic and get enough tree pictures to fill my instagram feed for weeks.
I’m sparing my feed but not sparing you.
If theres one thing k and i have in common. . . its our desperate need for personal space. although i dont blame anyone for assuming she hates christmas trees AND santa (her allergies might reach father than “cats” and into “christmas”).