If I wanna fingerpaint, then I'm going to fingerpaint!

Yes, that's a line from South Park.  I watched it when I was in college.  I'm bad.  But I hardly watch any grown-up TV anymore so maybe it evens out.

Anyway, this week it has been raining constantly, which means we are stuck inside all the time.  Not that I'm complaining about the rain; we certainly needed it.  But it is mind-numbing to be stuck inside all day every day.  But I wanted to do a day at the park and a day of fingerpainting.  The forecast on weather.com misled me to believe that this afternoon it would not be raining and so I chose to do fingerpainting.  It was short-lived because as soon as we got out there and started painting, it started to rain.  But I did get a few fun pictures before it started.

I got this recipe for fingerpaints from someone else's website so I don't take credit for it, but I liked it because, other than food coloring, it was all stuff I already had in my kitchen, and it's all edible stuff so if you have a little one who likes to put stuff in his mouth whether he's supposed to or not, this is a good way to go.  Here it is:

1/2 c corn starch
3 tbs sugar
1/2 tsp salt
2 c cold water
food coloring

Basically throw everything but the food coloring into a pot and put it on the stove over low heat.  Mix it all up and stand there stirring it until it starts getting thick.  Then remove it from the heat and stir it all up.  Mine started to turn lumpy thick and I was afraid that I did something wrong but when I removed it from the heat and stirred some more, it all mixed together.  Then while it's still hot you separate it into smaller containers and add food coloring to each and stir it up to make whatever colors you want.  I just made the basic colors: green, yellow, red and blue, but I'm sure you could mix yellow and red to make orange and blue and red to make purple.  Also, I used a lot of red coloring because I was trying to get it as close to true red as I could.  If you use just a little red it will be pink, which could also be fun if your kid likes pink.  Mine doesn't care, I'm sure.

Here is the result.  You can store them in airtight containers and supposedly they will keep for three days.  I'm going to try to store them in the fridge to see if they'll last longer than that since I doubt we'll be back outside to do more fingerpainting in the next three days.

The forecast said it would be sunny until 5:00, which would have been fine since I have to come inside and start cooking dinner at 5:00 anyway, but Elijah took a long nap today and didn't get up until 3:30 and then, of course, he has to have snack to tide him over until dinner.  So we didn't really get outside until like 3:45.  This again would have been fine if the forecast hadn't lied to me.  ::give evil eye::  We only got to paint about 15 minutes before it started to rain.  But here is what we got:

Yes, that's one of Mike's old undershirts and a drop cloth I've used 100 times on the table.

Some of it goes in the hair, of course.

So there you have it.  Hopefully we can do it again at another time where it will be more fun and we don't get rained on.

Nursery #2

Look at me blogging two days in a row.  There's probably not going to be much talking in this one though.  (I'm sure most people are relieved.)  I just wanted to share some pictures of our new nursery in progress.  We bought a new crib and a new glider from Nebraska Furniture Mart (a.k.a. furniture heaven).  Here they are:

Ignore the blue box sitting on the glider.  That's a storage box of Elijah clothes that are too small that needs to be taken down to our crawl space but I'm being lazy and waiting to take it down until I'm ready to bring up the box of his smallest clothes to hang up in the closet for baby #2.

Anyway, as you can see in the first two pictures, the room was painted yellow because it was a guest room.  I still have the adult bed in there for now so that people can still come and stay with us for awhile, but we painted the room this past weekend.  And when I say "we" what I mean is my wonderful mom and stepdad painted the room.  I like painting but am pretty sure if I had tried to help at all, I wouldn't have been able to get out of bed the next day due to severe back issues.  Anyway, I used these sheets as inspiration:

Got them on sale at Babies R Us.  I'm not getting a whole "bed set" since bumpers aren't really safe anymore and you can't put blankets on them until they're older.  Just got the sheets and will probably get a mobile of some kind.  I'm trying to keep the furniture in the room to a minimum so other than the crib and glider, I have a chest of drawers that I refurbished awhile ago.  They used to be all white but I painted it brown and used wallpaper for the front of the drawers and put new knobs on it:

But now the room is blue thanks to my mom and stepdad.  I picked the lighter colored car in the sheets for inspiration.  Here are some pics:

And of course in the one with the chest of drawers there is Elijah getting into the trash.  I am still planning on adding a border of some kind around the room.  Either I will use the darker blue and red colors in the sheets and do some kind of painted border or I will find some wallpaper border.  I haven't decided yet.  For one thing, I haven't found a wallpaper border that is exactly what I want (not that I've looked really hard or anything) and for another, when we put up the wallpaper border in Elijah's room it was such a pain in the arse that I swore I would never do any wallpapering again.

However, the major stuff is more or less accomplished.  We still have several items that I need to add to the room like a hamper, a diaper pail, a toybox, etc.  One thing I am not adding is another changing table.  During the day we'll just use the one in Elijah's room and at night we'll just make do.  Plus, he'll be in our bedroom at night until he at least doesn't need to be changed at night so there's no need for another changing table.

Well, I said I wasn't going to talk much in this one but I guess that's nearly impossible for me to do.  Anyway, as it comes together more I'll blog more and post more pictures.  Hope you enjoy the blue room for now.  I just realized that all the rooms in my house (except the basement) are a shade of either blue, brown or green.  Guess I know what colors I like.

4 Days without Daddy

So last week Mike had to go to Iowa for work.  He said he was going to be gone Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evening and be back Thursday night.  Alas, he did get back Thursday but not until 9 p.m. and when you have a toddler, 9 p.m. is very close to bedtime even for the grown ups (or perhaps I'm just old), which meant that I was in charge of chasing Elijah around, feeding him, putting him down for nap and bed, getting baths, picking him up off of the furniture he climbs on, etc. for four whole days all by myself.  And while most normal women get to be done with nausea by the time they are 26 weeks pregnant, I am not so blessed.  So in addition to feeling nauseated all the time, as well as tired from carrying the extra 30 or so pounds I'm toting around my waist, I get no breaks except when the little man is asleep, and no help when Daddy comes home because Daddy is out of town.  I have no idea how one does anything if she is a single parent.

Anyhow, to make the week go faster, I tried to think of things to break up the monotony of playing with blocks, doing puzzles and reading "Green Eggs and Ham" sixteen times per day.  On Monday I had an appointment with my OB and Elijah got to go over to my Aunt Jennifer's house for an hour or so.  (She runs a daycare out of her home.)  I was a little worried he wouldn't do too well since it was a new place but he apparently did fine and all the other kids loved having him there--he was like the new toy.  (I didn't take any pictures because I didn't know how the other parents would feel about random pictures of their kids being on my blog.)  Of course, what made it the most fun is that I had to do that stupid glucola test for gestational diabetes.  If you've never done it before you have to drink this stuff that tastes basically like flat sprite, only WAY too sweet and syrupy and you have to drink the whole thing in like 5 minutes.  Then an hour later they draw your blood.  I'm not a fan of getting my blood drawn, but drinking the glucola was definitely the worst part.  Since I'm still nauseous, I was a little worried I would throw it back up because it was so gross, but fortunately it stayed down and my levels came back normal, so no gestational diabetes.  Yay!

That afternoon we went outside to play.  Now this is really more trouble than it initially sounds.  For one thing, we have a big dog who, obviously, does his business in our back yard and since Mike hasn't cleaned up the yard for awhile, there are tons of land mines to avoid (which is hard to do with a toddler who likes to take off wherever he wants to go).  Also, one thing that Elijah loves to do is pick up rocks and hand them to me.  Well, sometimes the dog's older business resembles a rock and... you get the idea.  We always wash hands thoroughly after playing outside.  And of course, our yard isn't completely flat and even.  There are several places where it slants up or down steeply but Elijah has no regard for these silly concerns and just takes off.  And how dare Mommy attempt to hold his hands while he runs around the yard.  The nerve!  So we inevitably do some face plants, but fortunately, no serious injuries.  Here are some pictures from our yard adventures.

Tuesday was pretty uneventful.  Just home doing our regular thing except it was a really nice day outside (like in the 70s) so when he got up from nap I put him in the stroller and we walked up to sonic and got a root beer float.  Normally he has a healthy yogurt snack after his nap to tide him over until dinner, but I decided instead to let him have some of my ice cream that day.  I drank the root beer and ate most of the ice cream but he had some.  Here he is enjoying it.

Wednesday morning we went to the library to check out a storytime for ages 12-24 months.  I have been trying to find a weekly storytime to take him to at one of the local libraries.  There is a library within walking distance of my house but their storytime is for like three year olds, so I found some others online.  I wasn't really impressed with the one on Wednesday.  For one thing, it seemed like they expected the kids to sit still the whole time which seems really unrealistic to me when the kids are 2 years old or younger.  They read a couple books and sang some songs but there wasn't much interaction among the kids and I was hoping they'd do a craft or at least a coloring page, but they didn't.  Pretty much everything that happened I could do with him at home--and better, I didn't find the woman reading the books very engaging.  She had kind of a monotonous voice and since she read "Cat in the Hat" (which I have practically memorized from reading it so many times) I knew she was messing up a lot of the lines in it.  And then it only lasted 30 minutes.  It's way too much trouble for me to get him in his carseat and drive all the way there and get him out, etc. for only 30 minutes of stuff that I could do at home.

There was another storytime we planned to attend on Thursday but it didn't happen.  I'll get to that, though.  First I need to share a theory I have that toddlers are actually made out of rubber.  After last Thursday I'm really starting to believe that.  Thursday morning I was sleeping and sort of waking up.  I could hear Elijah moving around in his crib on the monitor but he wasn't crying or making any babbling sounds so I hoped he was just turning over to go back to sleep when suddenly I heard a very loud thump.  I jumped up and ran in his room and lo and behold, the booger decided to climb out of his crib and had fallen to the floor.  I made it in the room before the crying began and I checked him out and he didn't seem to be hurt, just freaked out.

The crib mattress had been on the second to lowest setting for awhile and it's really hard to lean all the way down in there to put him down for naps or bed and since the top of the crib still came up to his upper chest when he stood up, I assumed it was fine and we would just move it down to the lowest setting when we converted it into a toddler bed.  Well, I learned my lesson.  I should have known better since I have a climber.  I moved it to the lowest setting that afternoon before his nap.

Anyway, after that we had breakfast and everything and headed towards the plaza library to check out their storytime.  However, as I was going down Wornall and through the intersection at Gregory a girl turned left in front of me and I had no room to stop even though I slammed on my brakes.  Fortunately, neither Elijah nor I were hurt at all (again, furthering my theory that he's made of rubber).  We were both buckled like we were supposed to be and the seatbelt and carseat did their jobs.  He was scared, obviously, but thank God I had brought a pacifier with me (which I normally don't give him unless he's sleeping).  That calmed him down and kept him occupied while I dealt with the mess of a smushed up front bumper and all the lovely headache that goes with having a car accident.  It was obviously a pain and not how I wanted to spend our morning but since no one was hurt and it was her fault, it's really just an inconvenience right now because my car is getting repaired and we have a rental car that I'm not too fond of.  It's even more compact than our Cobalt.  But we'll only have it for a few weeks, I guess, and we don't have to pay for it.  Here's a couple pictures of my poor, smashed up bumper.

I am going to try again this Thursday to see if we can make it to the Plaza library for storytime.  I just hope it's worth it after getting my car all crunched.  We were very blessed that my friend Elizabeth from church came to help us, although I ended up just driving the car home so we could wait for a claims person to come out and give us an estimate.  But since Mike was out of town and I didn't really have anyone else to call, I was very grateful.

So that was our eventful week.  I'm exhausted just reading about it again.  We had a fun weekend with my parents, too, that involved working on the new nursery, but I will blog about that tomorrow or something since I need to get pictures to add and this blog is getting too long anyway.

Milestones

Well clearly I have not kept my New Years Resolution to blog more.  I blame this on the fact that either Elijah or I or both of us have been sick pretty much since the first of the year.  He finally got over this horrid cold about a week ago but unfortunately that was right after I managed to catch it from him.  I am better now but still coughing and blowing my nose more than normal.  And of course while I had the cold I wasn't feeling too nauseated (Thank you, Jesus!) but now that it's gone, more or less, my nausea has returned with a vengeance.  Like last night I got to throw up my dinner.  Yay!  If I have a third child maybe it will be a girl and I won't be as nauseated.  I kind of doubt it, but one can always dream.

Anyway, as a result of all the illness around our house we have become WAY too attached to the television.  So now that we're well, I'm trying desperately to make it a rule that we only watch Sesame Street in the mornings and a Veggie Tales video in the afternoon while I make dinner.  I'm sure that's probably more than any kid should watch, but sadly it's a great reduction in the amount of our TV viewing of late.

Of course, that means that we must fill up the time doing other things like breaking lamps, climbing on things we shouldn't, or playing with toys.  I have been trying to think of things to do outside of the house but that gets difficult since he's really still too small to play on the playground.  Today we are going to try Science City at Union Station.  I have been told there is a toddler area.  I hope this is accurate because we're going after his nap, which usually ends around 3.  It makes total sense, right?  Now that we're not sick anymore we should visit a place where tons of toddlers waddle around and put their grimy hands on everything, right?!

Anyway, we're going today because it's right next to Mike's (aka Daddy's) work and when he gets off we're going to meet him for dinner and then go to the Ash Wednesday service at church, which starts at 5:30.  So it's either go meet him for dinner or not see him until after service.  But onto the title of this blog.

Here's a picture of Elijah riding his car to break up the monotony.

If you've read any of this blog or have talked to me at any length about Elijah you know that he reaches every milestone at about the time I'm thinking he's never going to reach it and there's something wrong with him.  Well, I have been thinking that about his speech for quite awhile.  He babbles like nonstop but as for actual real words, there aren't that many.  And the ones he does use I'm not even sure he knows what they mean.  On the other hand, it's clear that he understands at least 80% of what we say to him.  So I have no idea what's going on.  But instead of focusing on that, I'm starting to wonder why there aren't notable other milestones, such as climbing.  Because he has that one down.  In fact, just when I think there's nothing in an area to climb on, he finds something to climb on.  Or what about breaking something?  Because he broke the floor lamp in our living room.  We managed to fix it, but still.

Or how about shapes and puzzles?  Because he's insanely good at that stuff.  Not like to where I'd be concerned about austism, just good at figuring out which piece goes where and what shapes go in which holes in his shapes ball.  I wish I could video record him doing these things but generally when I pull out the camera he is more interested in the camera than in what he was previously doing.

Here he is putting the cow piece in the right spot.

 

You probably can't tell, but that's the blue cube-shaped block he's put in the right spot.

 

And as you can see, the triangle shape is going in the right spot.

He also has a shape ball that has way more complicated shapes in it (i.e. hexagon, pentagon, trapezoid, etc.) but it's upstairs and I'm too lazy to go to the trouble of trying to get a picture of him playing with it.  Suffice it to say that he can usually find where the shapes go and if he doesn't it's usually because he has the trapezoid upside down or he confused the pentagon spot with the hexagon spot or something else equally understandable.  So instead of complaining and worrying about the lack of speech, I'm going to praise and brag on my kid for being really good at shapes.  It's just a different sort of intelligence, right?  Maybe this is where he's gifted and he's just not interested in talking all that much.  At least I hope so.

What's Been Going On

Okay, so I have been a major slacker lately, not just in blogging but in about everything.  But of course, if I slack off in everything, blogging is included in that.  Part of the reason is because being pregnant SUCKS!  I mean, I love feeling baby kicks and I love the end result of the baby, but I feel tired and nauseated all the time.  That's right, I'm 22 weeks and still nauseated.  I was nauseous from week 6 until he came out of me with Elijah.  I was hoping this time I'd get to be like all the other women in the world and only be sick until second trimester but alas, no such luck.  So I'm just expecting to be popping zofran until this one is born, too.

On top of my being sick, Elijah has been ill off and on since before Christmas.  For awhile there he was coughing so much and waking up crying so much that it was like we were revisiting his old non-sleep days and I was about to rip my hair out.  Anyway, he's sleeping at night again, thankfully, but he's still coughing.  It's been going on since just after the first of the year and I'm really tired of it.  He doesn't seem like he has a cold and I don't think he has anything contagious, he just coughs all the effing time!  Part of me wants to insist that his pediatrician test him for asthma but what good would that do?  They can only give us inhaled steroids for that, right?  And we tried giving him that before and he fought so much that I don't think he really breathed anything in.  On the other hand, since we haven't had a real freeze this year, maybe it's allergy-related.  And it's not like he can't breathe, he just coughs all the time.  So I'm really not sure what to do about that.

But in the spirit of getting back to blogging, I have decided to run through a quick update of what's been going on lately.  So first of all, all the sickness, but now onto things that are way more fun.  January 25th was my niece's first birthday so Elijah and I went to OKC for her party and stayed for the week.  Here are some cute pictures from said party.

 Kiddos playing with bubbles.

 Elijah checking out the presents.

 Elijah & Cousin Addi playing with her drum.

 Addi looking inquisitive about the presents.

 Addi opening presents.

Addi devouring birthday cake.

In other news, since we are having another baby in June, and since Elijah got an overabundance of toys for Christmas and we're running out of room for all toys, I bought something to keep the toys in the living room organized.  This was needed due to lack of storage space for toys and also simply because we need to start keeping the toys and doing most of our playing downstairs since once the new baby comes, we won't be able to be upstairs playing if new baby is sleeping.  And since I am mildly OCD about keeping things clutter-free, I got really excited about having this in my house.

It was on sale for $40 at Target.  And I had to put it together and buy the cloth drawer things separate, but still I think it was a good deal.  I was planning to go looking at thrift stores for something I could repaint or something but I think after all the looking around and refurbishing it would be worth the $40 I spent at Target.  Fortunately there is still plenty of room for new toys so we can add more as the kids get more toys (which I am certain they will).

Finally the biggest news of all came today at the doctor's office when we had my sonogram and discovered we are having another little boy!  The sonogram technician got a shot right between his little legs and even I could tell there was a little peepers poking out between them.  So we get to reuse all of Elijah's old clothes and I now get to start decorating the guest room to convert it into another nursery.  I will definitely take pictures and blog about that as it occurs.  (At least I plan to.)

Then I felt like a rock star because I managed to get my scanner working so I was able to scan the sonogram pictures we have.  I know it may not seem like much, but this scanner is a pain in the heiney every time I have to install it or reinstall (which I have had to do several times) and this time I had to search for drivers online and then download them and then find the hardware manager thing and tell it to update the drivers and then get the software working and then actually uninstall the scanner and reinstall it... Anyway, it was a job and now it's done and working.  So I'm pleased.  But no one cares about that except me, what you really want to see are the sonogram pictures.

 He was trying to suck his fingers a lot.

Here's the naughty bits picture.  It may not be as obvious here but you could really tell those are his legs and his little man part poking out between them when we saw it in the doctor's office.

Another profile shot.

Okay, I better get to making dinner.  I will try not to take so long between blogs from now on.

Christmas

Okay so I'm finally getting around to blogging about Christmas.  Actually, I have failed to blog enough in general so my New Year's Resolution is to blog more.  (By the way, I don't make New Year's Resolutions, so it's really just me saying I wish I blogged more.)

Elijah and my niece Addisyn playing together

In general, I am not a big fan of Christmas.  Don't get me wrong, I am beyond grateful that Jesus came to earth and I do like that Mike takes time off work and we get to eat a lot and see family.  I am just disgusted by the extreme consumerism of Christmas in the United States.  I am not a bug gift person in the first place.  Like when my birthday or anniversary or Valentine's Day comes around and I tell Mike I don't want him to get me anything, just take me to dinner, I'm not one of those women who says they want nothing but is going to hold it over your head for the rest of eternity if you don't get me something anyway.  I honestly don't want a gift.  I'd rather save the money and put it towards refinishing the hardwood floors in our bedroom.

Opening presents with Daddy.

On top of that, it always irritates me when I see ads on TV claiming if you buy this thing you'll be happy or everyone will love you or you'll fit in and become a fulfilled person!  I think on a general level everyone knows this isn't true, but people still live as if it is.  Even me.  Like Mike and I are the only people on the planet left that don't have fancy pants iphones or something similar and don't check email and facebook with our phones.  And yet when I see someone with an iphone I start thinking about how much better my life would be with one.  Really?  Seriously, Bonnie.  But of course if I wanted one, I'd rather buy it for myself, not have someone give it to me.  And back to the ads, it gets worse at Christmas time.  And it works because every year you hear stories of people using pepper spray at walmart to keep others from getting to the last ipad or people trampling others to death (literally) to get in a store and get the reissued Michael Jordan hitop sneakers.  It's just disgusting to me how terribly we have robbed Christmas of its true meaning and so I'm cynical about it.

Addisyn opens her new Elmo doll with my mom.

In addition, my anti-gift-giving attitude makes things difficult for me to enjoy getting or giving gifts at Christmas.  Like my parents and Mike's always get us way more stuff than we get them.  Now, this is partially because we live on one measly income that supports 3 (soon to be 4) people, while they live on at least 2 incomes that support only the two of them.  And I'm not bitter about that, it just is what it is.  But it ends up making me feel bad because we didn't get them as much stuff and then I react to that with "why do I need to buy them stuff to prove I care"?  But again, this is totally my sinful heart going nutso because it's not like they have ever indicated in any way, shape or form that they expect me to buy them more stuff or that they're disappointed by the lack of gifts.  They just like to give us things to show they care about us.  And this extends to how much they give Elijah.  He got SO many toys, books, puzzles, DVDs, etc. for Christmas this year that I recoil and go "am I going to be raising a materialistic, consumer-minded kid?!"  And then I remind myself that it's about attitude.  If we view the stuff as just stuff that is an expression of how much the grandparents value the kids, then our kids will learn that attitude.  At least I hope.  And in any case, I shouldn't be Captain Judgey Von Holierthanthou simply because I don't want my kid to rely on "stuff" to make him happy.  Modeling judgmentalism isn't any better.  Moreover, if I do so I could rob my parents and in laws of the joys they get out of giving gifts to my kid(s).

 Addisyn playing with the drum toys we got for her.

So that's my rant about how my cynicism about Christmas has been warring in my heart with a good attitude this past year.  I do want to do more stuff in our family to talk about Jesus and about giving cheerfully (something I model just terribly--not because I'm necessarily greedy but because I am just so anti-gifts, which I suppose is just another form of being greedy).  Next year I believe we will do an Advent calendar with Elijah.  He was too young to understand it this year and plus baby #2 has been making me feel extra pukey and tired so I used that as an excuse to be lazy.  I also read on someone else's blog about having your kids pick a charity to give to each year and I think that's a good idea.  We will probably continue to only give one or two gifts to our kids each year, partially because there's no need to give more since the grandparents go nuts, and partially to show that our love isn't based on gifts.  And I suppose I could tell the grandparents to calm down but I think I should just leave it alone and let them have their joy of spoiling the kiddos.  Taking it away isn't anymore Christ-like than showering my kids with gifts to show that stuff makes you happy.

Elijah playing with the drum toys we got for Addisyn.

Okay, so now that I'm done with my rant, on to what we actually did.  We did Christmas early at the Oesch household and, unfortunately, I forgot to bring my camera so I have no pictures from that.  But I'm not sure we would have gotten any good pictures anyway because just before we went over to the Oesch house, Elijah had woken up with a fever and was all cranky.  And he remained so for most of the evening.  (For those of you who think I'm a bad parent for taking him to Christmas with a fever, they live within walking distance of our house and there were no other kiddos around.  Also I wasn't sure at first if he had a fever or was just hot b/c my father-in-law likes to keep his thermostat at 80 degrees.)

Addisyn playing with the moraccas we got her.

Then after a week of us sitting on the couch watching PBS because he was sick all week, we headed to Oklahoma to see my family.  We were there for ten days and Elijah got better by day two or three.  However, he was not sleeping well at first because my mom only had a pack and play from when he was tiny and so he doesn't fit in it anymore and wouldn't sleep.  My sister-in-law let us borrow their larger pack and play but that didn't work either, I think because it's low to the ground and dark so he can't really see where he is.  So I hated to suggest that they buy a crib since cribs are so expensive but it looked like he wasn't going to sleep otherwise.  Fortunately, God was looking out for us and my stepdad found a really nice crib with mattress at a second hand store for $80.  After that Elijah slept better until the end of the week when he started getting really stopped up and coughing a lot.  I thought it was because the room is dry (Oklahoma has been in a drought, after all) but the cough is still around even though we're back home and he has his humidifier on when he sleeps.  So apparently he just got sick again.  It feels like he's been sick for almost three weeks straight because even when he wasn't sick he wasn't sleeping well.  So I'm exhausted and really should be napping right now instead of blogging, but whatever.

Me, my brother Rick & sister-in-law Marcie

Back to Christmas, he again was not in a super mood during Hatley/Brown gift opening because of lack of sleep.  But it was a fun time anyway.  The week in Oklahoma was nice for me because I didn't have to constantly be the one watching Elijah.  This was good since I spent most of the time feeling queasy thanks to baby #2 or eating, also thanks to baby #2.  I guess the queasiness kept me from going too crazy on food because at my last OB appointment she said I was gaining weight properly.  So why I look 6 months pregnant when I'm only about 4 months is beyond me.

More opening presents with Daddy.

I did get my hair done and I got some maternity pants thanks to the Old Navy gift card my dad gave me.  I also got other stuff I wanted like this cool tea maker that my brother and sister-in-law gave me and the Eclipse DVD from my mom.  I know I got a lot more stuff than that, but again, I'm not a big gift person so if I forgot what you gave me I'm sorry.  It's not because I didn't like it, I'm just dumb.

Feeding himself yogurt

So there you have it, that's my Christmas blog.  I hope everyone else had a good holiday and didn't get trampled at walmart.  All pictures are courtesy of my mom or sister-in-law because I am so dumb that I forgot to charge my camera battery before we went out of town.