Dane just told me that he wants to get everyone “green” Christmas gifts this year. Just to solidify our position as the freaky-weird relatives. Because while we’re ALREADY the freaky-weird relatives, he apparently fears others might be encroaching on that territory.

I’m trying to pare down the list of books we’ll be getting for our kids, which is always the hardest part of Christmas shopping. I want all the books. In the world. Just all of them. And while I know we’ll order more in the future, I kind of want them all now. For the kids, I mean. Right. For the kids. Sure.