Hi everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I can’t believe how quickly it has come and gone. I have about 20 blog posts in my head and I’m dying to get them out and can’t seem to find the time. Anyway, I had to share a little of our Christmas with you. I failed at taking any pictures. I took ONE picture. That’s it. So not like me, but it is what it is. Maybe I can make the kids sit by the tree with expressions of excitement and surprise before I take the tree down!? It’s a thought. Our Christmas was great. The kids were happy, we got to see lots of friends and family, oh and I almost killed my husband. Accidentally of course. It was truly an innocent event. Christmas morning. The kids opened their presents and then it was our turn. My husband handed me a couple of gifts and I gave a couple to the kids to pass over to dad. As I’m sitting there admiring the sweater I just unwrapped I hear my husband’s breath stop. I glanced right at his face and seriously thought he was having a heart attack. It took me 2.5 seconds to realize he was holding a onsie. Yes, a baby onsie. I think I heard a “no” forced from his lungs as he sat there frozen holding the onsie. Then it all came together and I was rolling on the floor laughing. I had handed him the wrong gift. A complete mistake. I even forgot that present was under the tree. I meant to ship it to New York. Then it dawned on me that I should tell him it was the wrong gift or I would need to perform CPR soon. It took him a while to regain his composure, but he’s alive and well. At least I know we’re truly on the same page in that department.