The Christmas Tree and Santa's note.

The tree is finally up. Actually, it's been up since the first week of December, but I just got around to taking some photos. We've got kind of a star/angel thing going on, mixed with some great homemade ornaments. It looks better at night :)

This morning I found the greatest note under the tree.  I can speak for Santa when I say sometimes that kid is hysterical.

Welcome.

Emma-ism on Fashion.

We went shopping for another pair of pants on Saturday (remember the cut up black pants fiasco). As I followed her into the dressing room she had a pair of pants for $12 and some really weird shirt. Then she said, "Mom, I can do this myself. Please wait." Then she closed the curtain and hooked the lock. Rude.

After a few minutes I asked her if she needed any help. "Nope. I'll tell you when I'm ready."  Fast forward another 5 minutes. "Okay mom. You can come in."  

"I like them"

"I know, I look super cute! Can I have the shirt?"

It was $42 and loaded with glitter. How do you even wash glitter? I'm not paying $42 for a half glitter shirt. I don't care if the hoodie is 'awesome' and you look super cute. You can look super cute in a $10 shirt (and she did, well $24 shirt).

We did get the pants too. If she cuts them up, I'm grounding her for 400 years.

'Emma-ism'

Em: Mom. What should I do if a boy in school calls me mean swear word names? Should I call him those names back?

Me: No. You should tell a teacher and tell your mom.

Em: or, I could tell my brother and he could pound him.

Caramel Recipe - mmmmm