I’m an emotional mess.
I’m not sad. I’m just so full of Christmas joy, I can’t get over it. Today, at Christmas program practice, I got teary during “Fum Fum Fum”. What’s wrong with me? It was just so beautiful!
I think part of my problem is realizing that I’ve blinked and my babies are all grown up!
Santa through the years:
J Man was 10 months here. That pout just breaks your heart!
This was last year. Miss Rae is in shock, apparently…
And now for the Santa Trauma of 2012.
There’s my sweet boy…just like real life.
And there’s my furious little girl. Just like real life…
The only cure for “growing-up-too-fast-itis”?
Here’s how we do Christmas:
Christmas trees and candy canes.
Gingerbread house gawking/crazy driving (wonder where we learned that? Hmmm, Matty B?)
Christmas shopping, i.e. playing with the toys we want to purchase…
Salt dough ornaments
Reindeer cupcakes, albeit rabid reindeer, apparently…
And Gingerbread lattes with my smiley pie.
Slow down, kids! Stay my sweet babies forever! And here come the tears…just one more thing that Miss Rae and I have in common…although, my tears aren’t as ferociously angry…