On one such afternoon recently, I decided to escape the noisy ruckus for a few precious moments of solitude. As I was enjoying the peace and quiet, Bryson poked his head in the room with a mischievous grin on his face.
"So... I think you may need to come take a look at your daughter," he explained.
Not quite ready to leave my cozy confines for the chaos I was certain to find, I complied with a sigh.
But after taking one look at Reilly twirling gleefully around the living room, I couldn't help but giggle.
"Ummmm, so does this mean I can technically refer to her as a basket case?" Bryson asked with a chuckle.

Only three more days 'til Christmas!
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