I looked over the gifts under the tree from my place on the couch while my little girl rested her head on my chest. I eyeballed them to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything.
I'd already bought them a truckload of s**t but it never seemed like enough. Kat had enough jewelry and bullshit so it was hard finding something special for her.
Caitlin had damn near every toy appropriate for her age though I've been hearing how it wasn't right to spoil her so much. How she was going to grow up to be a diva whatever the f**k that meant.
I was thinking really hard about buying them a guard dog because Caitlin goes crazy whenever she sees one on our walks around the neighborhood; but I'd read that that didn't always work with a new baby in the house and I might end up having to cut the damn dog's
