All I Want For Christmas is...

my husband and i have started a tradition in which we go to target and then split up and buy each other "stocking stuffers." I put that in quotes because the gifts usually end up not being able to fit the stocking stuffers, but we just call it that anyway. Part of the fun is shopping around the store and then randomly running into each other and trying to quickly hide things. this year, he gave me an early gift:

yes, it's true - i was super excited when i got this. because after we come back home from target, we usually wrap the presents we just bought for each other.

the most ironic thing about all this?

we forgot to stuff our son's stocking. :) we were too busy having fun for ourselves. this just means... we need to go back to target!