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Happy New Year's Eve friends!  Hope your night is filled with good times you are lucky enough to remember in the morning.  We are headed out to diner with my mom and Harper.  I'm pretty sure crayons will be involved, and the baby will be fast asleep by 7:00, if all goes as planned.  The part of New Year's that is my fave is cabbage and black eyed peas on New Year's Day.  Yummmmmmmy lucky treats.

 

We had a day of snow and makeup, and I would not have brought an end to 2009 in any other fashion.  Good times.

Aftermath

Hope your Christmas was filled with love and fun and yummy food.  We had our first Christmas at home as a family, and my first Christmas not spent traveling in 13 years.  It was so relaxing and mellow, even if we missed our loved ones dearly.  

As it was our first Christmas, we got the chance to start our own Christmas traditions.  

1.  Inadequate photography.  Yup, I barely snapped two pictures.  This is in large part because I only got 4 hours of sleep before, tossing and turning with anticipation.  I could NOT WAIT to see Harper open her presents.

2.  Christmas Waffles.  My mom made them, and they were beyond divine.

3.  Not decorating till Christmas Eve.  O.k., this was really more out of procrastination than anything else.  We did get the tree done maybe a week or two before, but it sat naked, except for lights, in a our living room for at least a week.  (I sort of liked it naked.)  Christmas Eve, my mom turned to me and asked, "Where are the stockings?"  "Um, I'm sewing them right now."

4.  Christmas Gumbo.  Skylar made it the day before, and it was definitely one of the top five gumbos we have ever had, ever.  Really, so ridiculously good.  It was also a great to have a festive one pot meal that required little to no prep on the big day.  I highly recommend it.  

It is always a bit of a crash after all the festivities, but a welcome one this year.  Nothing rocks as much as nap time these days.

Apologies & a List of Cute

Sorry I have been so absent here lately.  It is the holiday season, and that means cookie time!  Anything other than baking has fallen woefully by the wayside.  After next week, all will be back to normal.  Until then, some cute stuff:

Harper:

Is super into identifying colors.  "Red!  Yellow!  Orange juice!"  That is right, orange in her mind is orange juice.  I am trying not to correct her, because it is too endearing.

She has stared saying, "mac and cheese" rather than her former, "mac cheese."  Oh, that is sort of sad in a way.  Our baby is growing up.  

Plus side of growing up: she is finally sleeping well in her big girl bed.  Three cheers for sleep, yo!  Christmas came early in this house.

 

Stuff:

Forever ago I mentioned this print form The Black Apple,

We got it for Harper for Christmas. (I can say that here because she does not read this blog.)  I love it!  My god, it rocks.  I want one for every room.

We also go her these mustache crayons:

Oooooo, so CUTE!  They are 1,000 times cuter in person, if that is even possible.

Bump Watch '09

Goodness, we have not looked at my belly for a long time!  Remember 18 weeks?

Looks like I swallowed a bunny.  Those were the days.  Welcome to 26 1/2 weeks:

It is a week and a half till my last trimester.  Bring it!  This pregnancy is going by so much faster than the first, which is a very good thing.  The charm of the whole situation is dwindling as my ability to like bend and stuff becomes severely limited.  It is the little things, you know.  Although, those nesting hormones are a blast.  They should bottle it up and sell it, no doubt.  And, as much as bending seems cool now, it will not seem half as cool as sleep come March.  

Another Glamorous Day in the Life

 

Harper fell off the couch today.  We were folding laundry, and she went over backwards, landing on her head.  She lost her balance while she was putting on my panties.  The good news is that she is fine, and she can dress herself (but only in my undergarments.)

Then, our dramatic transition to the big girl bed continued.  So far, she will only go to sleep in there if someone is laying down with her.  This is getting old for everyone.  Everyone but her, that is.  These last two days, I've let her cry it out for naps.  Normally, I think it is o.k. to cry, and normally crying results in sleep.  Well, someone apparently does not understand she is suppose to be crying and sleeping.  Nap time goes like this:

30 minutes of stories and snuggles, plenty of opportunity to fall asleep with me there

30 minutes of playing with books by herself

Boredom

Figure out how to open door

*WHOOP IT UP PARTY TIME*  "Doggy!  Downstairs!"

10 minutes of stories

30 minutes of playing with something that sounds remarkably like silverware and trying to move the bookcase to a more desirable location

Boredom

Figure out how to open door

*WHOOP IT UP PARTY TIME* "Bee-bo!  Peek-a-boo!  5, 6, 7, 8... 7, 8... 7.  8!  Peek-a-boo!"

End of nap time 

Yesterday, she fell asleep for about 20 minutes.  By the massive sleep on her face, I presume she passed out on the floor.  Ah, big girl bed, you are not my friend at all.