Life at the Chicken Coop

Joining the Masses

Update: these boots are making me lazy. If I want to go out, I simply slip on a pair of leggings, tie up the boots and go. I don't change my shirt because my coat covers it up, even if it is a grungy old pajama shirt. Tie a scarf around my neck and who knew I'm only halfway out of my pajamas. (It's our little secret). Above, I am pictured with my pajama shirt layered with a short cotton dress and thermal leggings. Travis shot this just before we walked out the door to join the scores of warm bodied, last-minute Christmas shoppers at the local Target.

And I just threw this picture in the "post" pile because it features Lucy wearing her favorite hand-me-down-from-cousin-Ivy candy dress, plus a homemade bow I made for her special Santa's Boot Camp activity. (Incidentally, she didn't come home wearing the bow, so I'm assuming it fell off and was lost forever. Such is life).

Okay, I promise this was the last post about the boots. I'm ready for Christmas. Shopping: completely done. Food for Christmas dinner: bought. Christmas pajamas for kids: wrapped. Christmas tree: only 3 ornaments broke, shedding needles, but still in tact. "It's a Wonderful Life": watched, enjoyed, internalized.

Wishing you and yours the Best Christmas Ever!

P.S. The funniest part of our night at Target was when Miles was "letting it rip" on several occasions. Picture this: he's leaning back in the child seat, strapped in tight, just hanging out, when he did a loud grunt and then an even louder toot, followed by several quiet ones. Travis and I busted up laughing. Travis said, "Miles must feel alot better now." Tru-dat.