Pretty G, right? Brian -- eh, he's not so impressed...
And he's sooo gonna kill me for this picture...love you, babe!
But here's the deal: this is the first year that Grace has an actual understanding of Christmas traditions, and we're helping her build that love and passion. How cool is that?! We started with the gingerbread village that, while to the professional baker is no doubt offensive, is just about the sweetest thing I could imagine since we made it together. (Please blame the poor aesthetics more on the ditzy 32-year old mother than the, you know, 3-year old.)
From there, we continued building the wonder with a ding-dong ditch from Santa, one where he left a bonus Christmas Eve gift on the porch because she's been such a good girl. Her Daddy and I answered the door with her, and the only thing brighter than her big blue eyes was the smile on her face.
She was SO excited that Santa visited early (interrupting Blaze and the Monster Machines, no less!) that she played with her craft box from KoalaCrate until the very moment she had to go to sleep, even wrapping and re-wrapping the toys as practice goodies for Mommy and Daddy to open.
Right before bed, we had to take the next step: cookies & milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. Okay, fine, Eddie (our Scottie dog, more widely known as Dick Bag) jumped up and stole the cookies before she even fell asleep...but hey, she didn't realize that...instead, she'll fully believe Santa and the reindeer had an amazing midnight snack.
And once we (okay, yes, I...Brian was sleeping like a baby) knew she was asleep, the elves got to work.
Christmas can be a difficult time of year...it can be, but it doesn't have to be. See, you just need someone to believe in the magic of it all, and my beautiful little girl, well, she's filling that role just fine.
Merry Christmas! 😍
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