Dear Brooklyn,
Tonight we all went Christmas shopping.
It was not a good idea.
You have become a pain to shop with. You won't stay in the shopping cart. You won't let me hold you. You run around the stores trying to pull things off the shelves. Then you scream when I pick you up and won't let you down.
At least with your dad there one of us can shop while the other chases you around.
Ok. This was not suppose to a letter where I tell you how big of a pain you were when we went shopping tonight.... or any night... ok, I'm stopping.
Tonight your dad and I also finished decorating for Christmas.
You decorated yourself.
You are the cutest part of Christmas... even if you do make shopping a pain.
Sincerely, Lori
