Less than 2 months to go!

I basically have been pregnant or nursing for the last 4 years. We started buying diapers in 2007 and the very soonest we will be done is 2013. I really love being a Mom (even though I'm pretty sure I'm D-O-N-E having babies)I don't necessarily love being pregnant.

I've had lots of women tell me they love being pregnant. I think time has made their brain foggy. Parts are nice--feeling the baby move, but then they start kicking you right in the ribs--HARD. I even like the baby bump, but not the end where I sort of resemble a beached whale and my pants and my shirts start having to make real effort to meet.

I also don't like sympathetic strangers who while shopping during the holiday season ask if I'm having a Christmas baby and I get to tell them I still have 2 more months left...

And accidentally peeing a little bit when I double sneezed. Oh yeah and that part where I have to push him out.

But I do look forward to holding this baby in my arms and cuddling and kissing him. I love how excited Jon is. I'm excited for him to meet his sweet brother and sister. The end is worth the journey.

The Cave

You know your kids are good friends when they play in the cupboard that holds the garbage. We call it the "cave" to make it seem less gross, but its straight up kitchen garbage.

Christmas 2010

What makes Christmas fun?

Kids...




My personal favorite Christmas memories of 2010

Ryder on Christmas morning amidst the presents and dazzle made a beeline straight for his bottle of milk. He wasn't interested in a thing till he had his fair share of milk. He was so happy with a new ball and a new car--He loved the simple things and didn't care for the excess. (So I might have gone a bit overboard this year with the kids and I've already boxed up half of his gifts). A good lesson learned for this Mama.

Pulling out the Christmas tree without Jon nearly giving myself a hernia in my pregnant state and then being thanked profusely by Lola for giving her "Christmas." And then upon Lola's insistence we never turned the lights off our tree.

Going shopping with Jon late at night while his parents babysat our sleeping babes. Searching all over and eating In and Out at 11:30 at night and making the car reek like onions for days afterwards.

What ever makes your Christmas Merry and Bright I hope you had in abundance.

Santa Clause-it vs Jesus

A family friend knowing we have small children showed up as a surprise Christmas Eve dressed like Santa. I think the surprise was on him.

Why?



Because Santa freaked out the kiddos. This year Jesus wins.


Looks like Santa is getting an extra nice thank you letter this year.

Macaroni Comas

So Lola spontaneously fell asleep during lunch. She was eating mac 'n cheese (or as I like to call it yellow death), which does happen to be her very favorite.



I would normally take this opportunity and blame it on the nasty mac 'n cheese that she was eating, but Ryder seems to have the same problem. Going, going...



and he is gone.



Seriously does anyone else have kids that fall asleep mid-meal? On different days?

9:00 Church

Alright 9 am church is brutal. We live ridiculously close to the church (like under 5 minutes close) and yet we can't seem to get early. I blame it on the morning (because that seems better to blame it on then my lack of being prepared). But seriously look at my kids.



You might think that isn't so bad (and your right) and I would now like to introduce you to the Lola monster. This is her in our bed waking up for the 2nd time.



Bless the new year and bless the new 11 time slot for church!

Lola, Lola, Lola

I was peeling a mandarin orange to share with Lola and when I offered her a piece she said "I can't want to eat it Mommy, I'm just a kid."

Lola and Ryder love dancing to Christmas music. It is darling and has the ability to melt any cold black heart (said the totally biased Mommy). After a ridiculous long nap Lola was sporting a t-shirt and a rather soggy diaper and while wearing such elegant attire the kids began Christmas dancing. Lola stood up on the ottoman and started shaking her soggy bottom and said "I'm shaking my bum-bum." Later we were telling her grandparents about the incident (while listening to Christmas music) I asked her to show them her dance. Lola replied "my bum-bum isn't working."



This is the G-rated Christmas dancing video, which means no bums were videotaped shaking during this performance.