Isn't it funny? I spent my childhood thinking of all of the ways that I could be a better parent than my folks. Now, I have spent the last 4 1/2 years hoping I am half as good as they are. It is 9:15pm and my spaghetti faced baby girl is sitting next to me playing the guitar serenading me with Feliz Navidad while I proof photos. No she hasn't had a bath yet and yes she is about to get in the tub. No she isn't in the bed but she is going there as soon as she gets her bath and does a breathing treatment for her asthma. There just isn't enough hours in the day. Can we get a couple of extra hours between 9pm-midnight? Or just an extra day between Sunday and Monday? Possible names: Smonday, Tonday, or Smensday.

Friday, my sister and I went shopping on Black Friday. I pulled Reagan out of bed at 7am to go with us. This 4.5 year old little girl, rode in the buggy and watched us pick out and buy a lot of the toys she wants for Christmas. We alluded to the idea that these toys were for other kids. Did she cry because they weren't for her or did she beg me to buy her something? No. She was simply *very* excited that these other kids were getting these toys and maybe they would let her take a turn. I am 28 years old and it would be hard for ME to watch someone load up a buggy with MY *i-can't-live-without-this* faves.