I've been posting here less frequently lately, not because I don't enjoy sharing my every fleeting thought with you (because I do, embarrassingly enough), but because December is just kicking. My. Ass. I'm ready for some serious downtime, which is great timing because have I mentioned I'm having a baby in less than two months?
Anyway, I have a new all-things-parenting blogging gig in the works, and I hope you'll come visit me at my new location. I don't think I have the green light to announce it quite yet, but I should be able to post the new info soon. I'm looking forward to keeping my thrilling narrative going, because hey, we're just getting to the GOOD part of the story! Where the author has a newborn and a toddler at the SAME TIME and totally loses her mind ALTOGETHER!
Er, I mean, "faces adversity and rises to the occasion". Yeah.
In the meantime, I've posted this photo elsewhere and it just keeps cracking me up: behold, it's yours truly with what surely has to be the World's Creepiest Santa.
Ha! Oh, it's just so disturbing. The eyes! THE EYES.
I haven't had any desire to try and do the Santa-lap photo with Riley, even though I assume most Santas these days are far more photogenic—mostly because Riley hasn't shown a lot of interest in Santa as a General Concept yet. What about you, did you take your kids to see Santa this year? And if so, did he look anything like the guy in my photo? Because holy CRAP.