Anna's crib got turned into a big girl bed.
She likes it. A lot.
I had my gallbladder out. It went extremely well, and I had very pleasant company.
We went to our good friends' annual St. Cecelia party (named for the patron saint of musicians, at which we drink a lot of wine and sing songs around the piano, usually at the same time).
We decorated our tree.
We met Santa. He had a book and candy canes, so he was all right in Anna's book.
We celebrated my parents' 40th anniversary...
... with a very nice dinner at a very nice restaurant, which has no high chairs, only booster seats. Note: I will not be doing this again any time soon. Oh, how I do not love getting butter smeared in my hair while trying to enjoy my creme brulee. ;)
Oh, how I love that little monkey, though!
More about our Advent/Christmas celebrating to come!
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