Christmas Came Early

Christmas came early to Southern Vermont. Since my dad and Kathy aren't going to be able to join us Christmas Day in Jersey, we celebrated this weekend. The tree was decorated, we made (and ate) far too many sugar cookies, and Ellie was spoiled rotten.

Here she is hugging her Christmas Bear:

And figuring out the bow has adhesive and is now stuck to her hand. (Note: this is almost as much fun as putting peanut butter on a dog's nose, or tying a t-shirt around a cat's belly. Good times.)

We got to meet our newest friend, little Dylan Bouchard, but we also got to spend some time with my oldest friend, Kim. Kim and I have known each other since we were three - which is a crazy long time. She came over for coffee Saturday afternoon and to supervise the cookie baking (and eating). The girl has a good sense of timing. She also brought over some absolutely hysterical pictures of me from the decidedly awkward middle school years. Truly terrifying. We have to hold on to them so when Ellie decides she wants bangs we can take out the photos and explain exactly why bangs are a terrible idea for curly-headed girls.