The Stockings were hung by... New Years

I am a stay-at-home mom with one baby who is becoming so darn self-sufficient that I hardly have to do anything for her anymore but wipe her cute tush every now and then and yet, for the past few days I haven't had a second of free time. Christmas rush has hit me full force. I FINALLY got Christmas decorations up. There are lights around the window, the nativity in the corner, and a half-lit Christmas topping it all off. I totally ran out of lights a few hours ago and did not have the energy to go shopping for more.

I also got most of my Christmas cards in the mail. Unfortunately almost everyone who reads my blog under the age of 40 will not be receiving one. I thought I had plenty of cards and pictures this year. Turns out, Jon knows a lot of people and thinks they all care about our life this year. Whoda thunk? So I completely ran out. But most of your parents will be receiving them to check them out. I'm also gonna post the letter and pic in a week so you can all have something special and magical to look forward to.

So I took Scarlet to the Dr. today for a little well check/vaccination time. No shockers, my child is still enormous. Tipping the scales at 25lb.8oz. and towering a whole 32" above the crowd. Dr. Laura (yeah, that is my doctor's name) says she is the size of an average 18 month old. So my theory held true. Fertilizer works on babies as well.

I am proud of my little butterball giant though. She got a shot today and they had to stick her for an anemia test. I was just waiting for the usual red faced screaming-so-loud-she-doesn't-make-any-noise-for-a-few-seconds cry. But nope, she just watched the lady calmly, not a single sign of protest. How awesome is that?! I was so darn proud of her! Momma ain't raisin' no wimp. Y'all. I'm going to stop typing. My phrasing is getting weirder and weirder.