For my upcoming birthday, my kids decided to get me the best present ever...The Snuggie. It just proves how well they know me, or that they are suckered in by infomercials as much as I am. This all came about because I am constantly draped in blankets, and have been since I was smaller than Victoria. It's something I've passed on to the kids, much to Wesley's dismay. The house is littered with blankets 24/7, even when it's 95 degrees outside. God forbid Wesley washes the blankets, and the 3 of us are left to fight over a clean one. I have no qualms about leaving a 4yo out in the cold.
