My Blackhole aka The Holidays

I am well aware of my lack of posts. This is due to my lack of anything clever to say. Don't get your hopes up now. Still nothing on the horizon but wanted to let everyone know I had not fallen off the face of the earth.
I love the holidays. I hate the holidays. I have such expectations. They are rarely met. I stress over gifts, wrapping, bows. They are ripped open and often returned. You plan and cook for hours, eat it all in minutes, then clean for more hours. I long for the day Hubby says we are going to Grand Cayman for Christmas. I'm already packed.
I do love New Years Resolutions. I love to start a new journal with all my hopes for the new year. I am already behind on a few. But there is still hope. I have three pages full and I am still resolving. What can I say-I'm compulsive.
Miss C's newest tricks and treats: Babydolls are called "babydog". Hialrious. She mamas every babydog and teddy bear she can get her hands on. She is so ready to potty train but absolutely refuses. You can tell she's about to poop, ask her to go potty, she screams "NO!", proceeds to poop, then the kicker. Asks me to change her diaper. I've decided its me or her. Stop laughing. I'm betting she'll be trained before kindergarten. Hopefully.