Today we are flying out to Mexico City to spend the holday with our Mexican family! I’ll be back on Sunday and will hopefully have lots of news for next week. For now, though, let’s talk about the happies.

Fancy kleenex with lotion (not so fancy but it FEELS so fancy)!

Fancy date night dinners on Monday.

Speaking of dinners: short ribs.

Successfully making baby fro-yo (but it’s basically grownup delicious fro yo that I feed to the baby … and sometimes Kamel)

Being able to tell what time it is based on how bright it is outside. Soon this will be impossible because it will be dark all of the time. C’est la vie.

Surprise flowers from lovely coworkers.

Making a solid dent in my Christmas shopping even before Thanksgiving!

The baby is 90% of the time …. sleeping through the night… QUICK! KNOCK ON ALL THE WOOD!!!

When the baby whispers. He whispers (dah dah dah dah little baby whispers).

Gum. I love gum. I have a little gum tub on my desk and it brings me joy all day long.

Going to the Macklemore concert in a few weeks!!! In Seattle!! The final show of the tour!!

Plans with my bestest friends for holiday-ness.

My discovery of the target beauty section (not really a “discovery” more like… why wasn’t I taking advantage of this before?!) and saving money on scrubbies and lotions and all kinds of things I don’t need but make me feel awesome.

Knowing that this year, no matter what I get for Christmas there will be NO disappointment because whether it is a gift card or a sweater: I’m feeling pretttty stoked for the holidays.

What are your happies this week??

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