I am really starting to stress about those Christmas pants. I have 6.5 pairs left to sew, and only 19 days to do it. The problem is I can only work on them after Emma has gone to bed, and by then it's usually midnight or so, and the last thing I want to do is drag out all that sewing stuff. :( After I finish this entry, I am making myself go in there and finish the half-done pair. Then only six more to go...

Today Emma and I were at the mall, waiting in line at a little kiosk. There was a girl in front of us, holding a baby boy (who had to have been under a year old) and leaning against the counter. The baby was messing with a little glass trinket on the counter, and he knocked it on the floor, where it shattered. The mom yelled, "Dammit! What the f*** is wrong with you?" and smacked the baby pretty hard, twice, on the forehead. I was so upset after seeing that. I also am very sorry that Emma had to see it. The mom started telling the kiosk employee how the baby was being so terrible and driving her crazy. I considered offering to watch the baby down in the play area for awhile so the mom could have a break, but I think that would have been too weird. Besides, who is just going to let their baby walk away with a stranger? I really felt helpless.

Emma's hair has been out of control lately. It stands up everywhere and there is no taming it. Tomorrow I will try to take a picture of both of us with our bad hair.