o christmas tree

Yesterday I went over to the house of Q where we engaged in Christmasy goodness straight from the pages of Tasha Tudor. Popcorn and cranberry garlands, a live Christmas tree with beeswax candles, a dress & The Maggie B for Q, and we even tested out their new jogging stroller (not that any jogging will be done around it). Nothing says Christmas like a jogging stroller, eh? Howabout the impending arrival of a sibling?

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An impending arrival of a sibling for WHOM?
Not for me! For my god-daughter. Who alternates between saying there's a baby brother in her mom's tummy and in her own. Then sometimes it's a sister. The baby in her mom's tummy is naturally a "big baby," and hers is a "small baby."
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