holidays are exhausing

and it's not even Christmas yet!

craftiness oozes

I made these.

Sold a few on e-bay.
Then made some more for Molly.

I might make him wear one for Christmas.

drooling

christmas nugget

Christmas Eve 2008.
My lil nugget was only a few months old here!
I'm going to soak up every minute of our last Christmas together as a family of three.

Looking good, Missy. haha!

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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.