In a fit of "I want to be like my daughter" (I imagine), my mim made an apron.





What you might see if you enlarge the pictures, is the christmas tree stitches she made.

I think it's time to begin tormenting Phil with Christmas classics from 1965 or so. Yes, Mim (and Aunts and Leesh), I DO torment him with the movies, but I DON'T sing the wrong words (but I DO sing along).

On another, slightly more important note: baby!