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Paragraphs are too much to wrap my mind around at the moment...

• I've been busy lately. Getting things ready for a Christmas Open House for the Jewelry Designer I work for. Trying to work on an online newsletter I do for another local business. Babysitting once a week. Trying to get my Christmas cards out...so far I've completed 20 out of 60 and it only took me a week. Finishing my Christmas decorating...yep, still not done. Then there is my poor son, who thankfully plays well by himself because I've been going bonkers. The other night I let all the things I have to do go and just sat and played with my baby. It was relaxing and nice. Then he dropped a jug of water on my cheekbone and I started to cry and went to bed at 6:45pm. hahaha!
• I said to Andy last night, 'I need to get have this baby so I can get back to myself'. Guys, my hormones...INSANITY. I am jolly ole Mo one second and swearing at the dog the next. Yes, swearing. Bad things I know. I just seriously need a pill or something. I have no control. I'm a loose cannon. Let's continue with more examples. I'm motivated, doing a million things at once...and the next minute I'm crying because my Christmas lights aren't working so I sit for an hour and cry. Then get mad at Colt because he's laughing at me and does he realllly have a heart? HIS MOTHER IS CRYING! I apologize to Andy every night before bed and ask him if he still loves me. So far he still does.
• Copper 'started'. Remember her fancy panties? Well the doggie period is a bit more interesting with a toddler running around. I already hate hate HATE when dogs lick my son and you can imagine my fear for her licking him now. I seriously just wish I could give her away until she was done with her period and get her back 3 weeks later. Yes it takes 3 weeks, sometimes 4. This anxiety has not helped my up and down behavior. Thankfully though, Colt hasn't tried to take off her fancy panties or even touch them really. I barked at him big time the first time he tried and he's been listening to me! Yay. AND when Copper is always really tired and lethargic around this time so that has also helped. She sleeps a lot. Enough of this...please...someone should have stopped me after I mentioned the 'fancy panties'.
• Speaking of Colt listening to me...he is starting to obey! This is a slow, slow process but more times then not he listens. Although his new thing is to stick his fingers down his throat which has led to a few puking incidents...one incident being all over my WHITE wool coat. Ya can't have it all people...No you can't.

I seriously sound like the most depressing person ever. It just seems like that...there is a lot of good/happy things going on too. Well, off I go to church. Gonna go get my worship on. Which by the way, I bawl at every song they play. Silent Night? bawling. Joy to the world? bawling. It's what I do.

my uncle's brother's wife and baby

This is my friend Ann and her little girl Emerson. She is actually my Uncle's Brother's wife but more easily described as my friend. Ann and I shared the same due date with our first babies. August 29th! Ann went two weeks early and I went crazy. I was jealous then God reminded me that jealousy is a sin and made me go a week over my due date, hence Colt's September birthday. Meh.

Colt and Emerson are both 29lbs and 31.5" long.
They're from the same tree.
They can also beat up your kid. So play nice.

I'm due with Molly in April and Ann is due with baby #2 in June! Go Figure!

Let's just pray that she doesn't go two weeks before me again or I might just poke my eyeballs out.

Our kids are cute.

you better watch out...

Because I saw Santa at my mom's house the other day and he's pretty scary lookin. Colt didn't cry though...
At this one or the one at the mall.

ho ho ho

cozy

I love snowy, lazy, cozy mornings.

hey rudolph

cantaloupes and bananas

There is a website that compares the average size of a fetus to an everyday item so you can visualize the size of your baby. Remember when Molly was a lemon? Then she turned into an onion?

Now [at 20 weeks] she's the size of a cantaloupe. BUT then next week she's a banana?!?

I feel like a cantaloupe is way bigger than a banana?

This website is jack.

I guess I don't know my melons.

flash

Colt has discovered that sometimes when people take pictures of him a flash goes off and since he's so smart he's decided to shield his eyes from the brightness...every...single...time. Flash or not...we get this face.

Have I told you that he loves his dog too?

million dollar couple

They wear white after labor day and make it look dang good. Grams and Gramps.
Thanksgiving 2009

and i helped!

sugarplum

If you would have known my Andy, let's say 7 or 8 years ago you probably wouldn't have thought of him as being prime marriage material. He was quiet, introverted, hard to read, harder to talk to, kinda lazy, down in the dumps from time to time and often had an 'Eeyore' attitude about things.

I think it's funny that we stared at each other in the face for years with out any sort of attraction and all the while not knowing that we were staring our soul mate in the face at the same time.

Andy truly is the most amazing man I know. Overtime God softened his heart to let others in...over time he became an easier book to read...his outlook is much brighter...his heart is so full of love...he is thoughtful, tender and caring. He is a provider for his family and leader for his wife and his son. When I'm down I ask him to pray for me and there if nothing sweeter than a prayer from your husband lifted up to God for you.

The other night I told him I wanted him to start calling me Sugarplum [I tried to think of the worse pet nick name ever and THEN I tried to keep a straight face while requesting it]. He and I immediately started laughed at loud at how ridiculous the request truly was and how idiotic he would sound if he actually followed through with it. I got out of control laughing so hard...started to cry...almost wet the bed. It wasn't even that funny just struck me silly. We laugh like that a lot. Another reason he's awesome...he laughs with me.

The light went out for the night and you heard...
M: I love you Andy.
A: I love you babe.
M: You're my best friend.
A: You're mine too.

Moral of the story.
Never question God's match making abilities.
He knows what he's doing.
I posted this picture for all you people who like to vomit at the sight of a husband and a wife who are madly in love...kinda sorta making out in front of the camera. Yep, that's us. We do that and we don't care.

Don't miss the toilet.