I've sat down to write a post about a dozen times today and can't keep a thought still long enough to get it out. how about instead some photographic proof that I am a good holiday mom...
threw the boy down a hill on a piece of plastic
let him eat a kitchenaid full of sugar in cookie form
or how about this one. oscar in a trance watching "i love toy trains" with his big plastic thrifted hotwheels garage in his lap sitting on the unvacuumed rug while I pack up orders and write christmas cards.
if I was a truly good holiday mom I'd be scouring the city for the perfect soap-loving santa!
