Peaches & Honey: Dear Santa...or Grandma

We have spent the past couple of days getting ourselves in the festive spirit. We haven’t done anything crazy, like pulling out the tinsel just yet, but we may or may not have already watched Elf.

Twice.

Okay, three times.

Three, that’s it.

After careful planning and much thorough research, we I have put together our Christmas lists. Still no word on anything Alex would like, per usual. Men are the most difficult creatures on the face of the earth to shop for. I can still handle Bobby, thank God.

No, I don't intend on actually having all of these items under our tree. It's just a wish list.

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven
eight // nine // ten // eleven // twelve // thirteen

Christmas has taken on a whole new meaning since having children. It’s all about them. Despite my own ambitious Christmas list, I genuinely don’t care if I don’t have a thing for myself under the tree. Well, except for those glittery Kate Spade earrings. Those are just a necessity.

It’s funny, though, when you are picking out toys for your children, and you really get excited about revisiting these toys for yourself. I love the Land of Nod for toys. They have a great selection of unique and slightly-retro toys, and a lot of them are wood instead of plastic.

Luckily our new flannel sheets arrived just in time for the polar vortex to hit. The high temperature was around 47 degrees. In Florida. In November. It’s pretty nuts. I am enjoying the cool snap, because it is making the holiday season seem real. You can wear flip flops at Thanksgiving most years down here, so we are taking advantage of the weather. We woke up and make hot chocolate.