Party, Party, Party

 Miss Priss had her last day of school for the next two weeks Friday.  I was trying to save the vest for a Christmas present, but when I saw the rest of her ensemble I had to pull it out early.  It's from Garnet Hill, reversible, and so soft and furry!

I love Deeds' photo-bombing here.

After school, we made the best gingerbread cake.  And, even better, it was from a mix!  Go down to Trader Joe's and get the gingerbread mix.  It's super tasty- spicy and not too sweet.  Dell Harper added spindles, which were a tasty addition.  Both kids (and myself) devoured it to the point where it was embarrassing when Morgan got home.  There lay a third of a pan of gingerbread, a toddler, a baby, and me.  I blamed the children.

 Then we left those rascals, and headed off to dinner and a tacky Christmas party.  I had been feeling rather anti-social, but rallied and had a lovely time.  We behaved ourselves due to the fact that we were leaving for Asheville for Morgan's family Christmas the next morning.  Note- I did not want to behave myself.  I wanted to stay until the wee hours of the morning, find myself over-served, and want to hide from my darling children the next day.  Adulthood. Hmmph.

I managed to not take any pictures at said party, or barely any of North Carolina.  Too busy chatting (and child-chasing), I suppose.

 Accessorizing with her new high heels, tiara, bracelets, and Lord only knows what else.

 It's exhausting.

We had a grand old time with family (teenage cousins are the just the COOLEST to an almost 1 year old and almost 3 year old), then headed back Sunday just in time to head to an annual mother-daughter tea.

So darling.

After all that, I got Deeds in bed, and us girls enjoyed a dinner of a can of Campbells chicken noodle, and a little Rudolph viewing.  Sometimes you just gotta keep it simple.

Of course, you gotta keep your bow in, too.   After all. . .