So whether I liked it or not the Christmas decorations came out of storage, the carols blasted from the stereo and the house slowly but surely transformed into a Christmas wonderland.
For the last two weeks Isaac has been saying to anyone who will listen "Santa fire truck". It is the first thing he says when he gets up and the last thing he says before his eyes shut at night. I hear it a million times a day (seriously).So Santa, if you happen to be reading this blog, please save mommy's sanity and bring Isaac a fire truck.
Out of all things in the world my bug lovin' girl asked Santa for a barbie.
'What the hell' your thinking? Beats me. Took me by complete surprise.
Seriously, you know when your in the toy section and there is that aisle that glows pink when you pass it? The aisle where the dolls, barbies and all the girly stuff is kept. We have NEVER been down that aisle.
Now poor Santa has to venture into unknown territory and try his best to get the perfect barbie for my perfect girl. Best of luck to you Santa.
Now poor Santa has to venture into unknown territory and try his best to get the perfect barbie for my perfect girl. Best of luck to you Santa.
