Friday morning, Molly woke up sick, poor thing. Threw up four times, crashed out on the couch for an hour, and then woke up and said "I feel better" and ate two pieces of pizza (against my better judgement). And then she was just fine, weirdo.
On Saturday we went to a mall to see if Hanna Andersson had any dresses that might make good Christmas presents from us to the girls--a practical gift, but as dress-obsessed as Molly (and Maggie by extension) is, and as fast as they're growing, a truly useful and sure-fire idea. HA is expensive but incredibly well-made, and the clothes run big, so it was a good investment and we found some great dresses on sale.
Maggie's been going on and on about wanting a robe (Molly has one that came in a handmedown box), so I slipped into a store to buy her one. Then, we didn't have time to visit Santa, and Maggie cried because she thought Santa wouldn't know to bring her a robe.
Saturday night we went to see Charlotte's Web, which made me cry and wasn't nearly as lame as I expected.
Sunday we decided to go to a different mall and get the Santa thing done. Two hours in line in front of a grandmother with serious personal space issues later, Maggie ran up to Santa, threw herself at him, buried her face in his beard and wouldn't let go for a good minute or two. Molly even had the nerve to sit with him, and they made their requests: Maggie, her robe, Molly, new slippers. They sounded like Waldorf kids. Santa was bemused.
Then we went home, ran some errands, watched "Nightmare Before Christmas" and went to bed. Mondays start really early around here.