‘How many days til Christmas?’ Boo asked.
So I worked it out. ‘Ninety-eight.’
Gulp. And that’s the trouble with September. The end of the year seems suddenly a bit too close, especially when it only seems like a heartbeat since we were counting 98 days until Boo’s birthday.
Obviously Boo immediately wrote her Christmas list. Maybe I should make the most of the early order and save myself scrabbling around for sold out Frozen dolls in mid-December. Although I bet I won’t. Obviously.
There’s been more to the month that sees the shift from flip-flops to knee-high boots. Such as…
She also came to a bit of a realisation:
As for work, I now have infinitely less glamorous surroundings:
…and an I-can-take-you-on dress, bought with the gains of a particularly harsh day at work.
In random news, Boo’s potato had a face in it:
And it seems Boo’s not the only one already preparing for Christmas:
And thus I shall go into denial about the forthcoming excessive spending, as usual. Instead I’ll look forward to all that October has to offer first. Including a trip to Disneyland Paris. Any tips for quelling the desire of a 2-year-old to run and scream on a far-too-long coach trip would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.