Santa Baby

Dear Santa,

Forgive me Father for I have sinned.  It has been 355 days since my last confession.  For the most part we have been pretty good around here this year.  We'll just leave out a few details about some of us and all will be well. 

The girls and I attempted to mail you a letter with what we wanted for Christmas.  I know the Post Office would have been the most logical place to drop off the letter to be mailed, however I needed some makeup and I am all about taking the least amount of trips into town with both kids these days days, so Macy's it was.  As we approached the mailbox to mail the letter a very nice older sales associate saw what we were doing and asked Calla what she was asking Santa for.  Calla responded back something about Olivia.  Because she is all about Olivia the pig these days.  The lady looked at India and said what do you think she would like for Christmas.  I quickly responded "her two front teeth!"  The lady laughed and said "of course, how cute!" This is the point when I realized I should have kept my pie hole shut, because I chimed in again and said, "yeah, and I am willing and ready to trade Santa favors for her to get the teeth, just so she will sleep in her own bed again."   Lets just say it was pretty obvious that the favors I was referring to didn't involve building a new pergola and paver patio for your employees off the side of the Elf Workshop at the North Pole.  So, Santa if you could put some extra candy in Betty, the Sales Associate at Macy's Ft. Collins, stocking this year for me I would appreciate it.  Her poor ears are still burning.

Anyway, moving on.  Like I said before we are trying to live a bit more simply and don't really need much.  For me I would like either a Personal Chef who cooks like The Pioneer Woman, and is also willing to do the dishes.  Because we have a serious case of no one wants to do the dishes around here.  Or I would also be happy with a maid who does the laundry and doesn't complain that I change outfits 3-4 times a day. 

Exhibit A:

Bet you can't guess which pile is mine? 

Like I mentioned before... Indie needs some teeth.  She eats like a hoss and hasn't figured out that she only has two, but is really good at gumming things and getting them down.  She has her sing a ma jig (which only has a couple of teeth too) and really loves it. 

Exhibit B:

  She is also pretty content playing with her silverware and the dog bowl, so toys are not necessarily needed

Exhibit C:

As far as Calla and Dave are concerned, well.....We kind of need to have a chat about that.  Calla of course love anything that has to do with Olivia the pig, and also loves to draw and color.  Dave is not as obsessed with the pig, but also loves to color and draw with Calla usually while Olivia is on tv right before bedtime.  He also loves his tattoos and recently finished his 2nd arm sleeve outline.  However, he has been super busy and hasn't had time to get it filled in, colored, and finished.  This morning I did a double take before he left for work, because something looked a little different. 

Exhibit D:

Santa if you could please bring Dave a gift card to have Ish finish coloring in the tattoos on his left arm, because El Cheepo is resorting to other means.  Calla on the other hand will need some new markers and more coloring books because she is obviously bored with her old ones.  Oh well, I guess it could be worse.  The markers are washable and my walls are clean.  Besides how could you resist a face like this. 

Exhibit E:

But you already knew that.  Because you know everything. 

I am attempting a Christmas party this weekend.  Since I am not doing Nutcracker this year, I figured I could handle a small dinner for family.  So if you could also help me get through that then perhaps I can forgo the personal chef and make Dave do the dishes, but I still need the maid to do the laundry. 

Safe travels
Love always,
Cara :)