SO this is one of the Christmas card reject photos. It was rejected because 1) it's a little fuzzy (I need a better camera than my 2 megapixel pocket jobber with no zoom), and 2) it makes Mr. Will look like a perfect angel of a child, which we all know he is not. I like the picture anyway, though.
Hopefully, I will get the family ones in the mail today. We took the picture Sunday, ordered the cards Monday, picked them up Tuesday (thank you, Costco! 50 cards for $15.99!), and will send them today and tomorrow.
Christmas cards are one of those things that make me feel particularly "grown up." I *never* send Christmas cards before I had a child. I bought them some years--even went so far as to address them on occasion. But send them--never happened. Now, it seems to be one of the responsibilities of parenthood.
Last night, Kirk was watching TV when I got into bed. A few minutes later, a commercial for Avalon came on. I made an idle comment. "Never went to Avalon, except to see shows*. Went to Axis lots of times. But never Avalon."
Kirk looked at me very seriously and asked, "Do you feel a hole in your life now because of it?"
Ha! Truthfully, it just made me feel old. My club girl days are over. Now, I send Christmas cards with photos of my son on them.