Quick post because I'm busy being Christmas-y.

Maggie may or may not be getting eight pairs of shoes for Christmas. Is that wrong? I wish you were here so I could show you the clothes and shoes that I got her for Christmas because they are SO F***ING ADORABLE I'M DYING!!! Carl, while supportive, is really not that interested in gushing over her new wardrobe (oh but trust me, he does hear about it). I kind of like to lay it all out on my bed and squeal continuously for hour increments at a time. In my defense, she's recently gone through a growth spurt and has next to nothing in when it comes to shoes and clothing, so really these purchases are quite practical (yeah, that's the ticket). All I can say is she'd better fit into this shit come fall because it's kind of a lot, and even though Maggie may be dressed to the nines come New Years, she may have to outfit herself in my SUV because after Christmas we may be livin' in a van down by the river.