Great expectations

Our family has two Christmas celebrations.
One at home just for us.

And another with our "big family" (as my kids call it)
at my mom's house.
I had envisioned our Christmas at home with great expectations.
You know where this is going right?
Every time I have great expectations of an incredible blog post
prepare for something to tank.
This year it was my vision for the kids stockings...


they might look kind of cute, but wait for it...


We don't stuff them at home,
but I had ordered a special gift to have in a
fourth unmarked stocking for our little baby to come.
I am in love with this little blabla doll called Coco.
I knew she would look so cute peeking out over the stocking
and that my kids would think it was a really fun surprise.
The problem is I ordered the medium sized doll
instead of the small one.
(Measurements are math. And I don't do math.)
So this Amazon-like doll, crammed into the stocking
wasn't "peeking out" at all.

Instead she was creepily looming large which robbed her
of all potential cuteness.
And robbed me of my potential warm fuzzy.
Along with my fabulous blog post.
Though it did provide me with a little chuckle.
Not to be confused with Chuckie, an even more creepy doll.
I still love her, but I think she may
need to be exchanged for the smaller size.