For the first time in the history of my family (in any incarnation), each person has their own Advent calendar.
Do I care?
We’re super-extra and that’s fine by me.
Here’s how it shakes out.
Top left is the Daddy’s (Husband N), all the hot sauce.
Top right is the Papa’s (YBW), so much red wine.
Middle right is the Birdie’s, because…Harry Potter.
Bottom is Baby K’s, Little People are just right for little hands. (and that Santa is so cute I could die!)
Middle left is the Mommy’s (Thing 1), because one must always add to one’s Playmobil collection.
It may be ridiculous, but I don’t care.
My precious husband needs all those small wine bottles.
My daughter loves her some Playmobil. (and she’ll share with her daughter)
My daughter’s husband wants all the hot sauce.
My granddaughter loves to play.
And I didn’t really want to be left out.