Today I got a few things accomplished.
Wrapped some presents.
Baked some cookies.
And tried to convince Gracie that she should leave her Daddy's side and sit with me in my chair... She's been a little standoffish ever since the new baby arrived and has been showing up at our house often.
Dear Diary,
Mom thinks I'm mad at her because she spends too much time with the newest up-and-coming cookie carrier. Hey, I don't care that she ignores me and coddles the little thing and talks baby talk to it and kisses it and feeds it and sings to it and puts it in her lap instead of me where I belong and talks about it all the time. I'm glad to have some space. She was really starting to smother me with her constant need to have me there with her all the time. I'm fine with this. Gracie.
