I had this really weird dream that I had two kids (three if you count some stuffed reindeer thing - don't ask me why I counted him as a kid in my dream 'cause I have no freaking clue). I liked the younger one best. She was absolutely darling, and she fit in my hands, she was so small. But she didn't seem small at all. I was going to get some pictures taken for Christmas, so I put them up on a shelf thing in doll chairs, my three kids. And dressed them up nice and put jewels on them. The younger one kept smiling at me. And I couldn't find anything to wear that was Christmasy enough to take pictures of myself with the kids. And then my alarm woke me up.