I wish I was the kind of person who shops for Christmas throughout the year. But I am not. I never know what my girls want until it is close to the time - this time last year, Rose #2 was all about princesses, nothing else, heaven forbid you should suggest anything other than a princess toy. Now she wants nothing to do with princesses and everything is about Pokemon. Or candy. Go figure.
On a note about Rose #3 - I have to admit that at about 1:45 a.m. this morning, when everyone was awake (you would think we had NEWBORNS in this house, not ages 6, 4 and 2) I was a teensy, eensy bit mad, and I put the bar down on Rose #3's crib a teensy, eensy bit fast and maybe not so gently. Well, I broke it. (I remember going shopping for this crib at Sears at the Mall of America when I was pregnant with Rose #1. I think I went with Anna - can that be right?) Anyway, it is a good thing that the crib turns into a toddler bed, because it really had no choice but to be a toddler bed. The very, very unfortunate part: Rose #3 has figured out that she can get in and out of her bed at her very own discretion. This is not good.
Rose #1 got to stay home from school today (first 24 hours on antibiotics) and she is twirly, and bored, and sharky (her bottom two teeth STILL have not fallen out yet). This weekend she has to work on her cultural heritage presentation - yes, they have first graders making class presentations at her school. Sunday is all about the red envelope presentation here at our house.