Now that this Christmas has passed us by, I have found myself thinking a bit about next Christmas. I was pondering how different things will be next year...we will have a BABY. As in, a tiny human being. That we are responsible for. And he/she will be five months old by next Christmas. I think that will be a nice age, since he/she won't be able to walk yet so they won't be getting into everything and yanking ornaments off the tree. Hopefully our baby will be a happy little soul who will love just hanging out and being passed from lap to lap of various relatives. But what if our baby is a real brat? One who is never content and always wailing and freaking out about something? It's just so weird to think that along with all of the teeny body parts that are being knit together for our little Junior Brownie, a personality is also being spun for it.

Blows my mind.