I'm pretty sure this was my most exciting Christmas ever. Jack was old enough to anticipate what was going to happen, and we counted down the days until Santa would come with our paper chain advent calendar.
Christmas morning, I was awake before the boys, making monkey bread and lighting the tree. When I first heard them stirring at around 6 a.m., I went into Jack's room and he said excitedly, "Mommy, I heard
Santa!"
I remember getting a few notes from Santa when I was little, so I thought I'd leave a little note and some gumdrops (thanks to Patrick's mom) for the boys from the man in red.
Jack had asked Santa for "Mowwy and some tracks that change wines."
(I just realized I never posted pictures of their visit with Santa...that will be coming next.)
Fortunately, when Santa looked at me curiously, I just nodded and winked knowingly. I knew exactly what that meant, and quietly thanked God that he wasn't asking for something totally new since I'd already finished my Christmas shopping.
So he got lots of tracks that change wines...er, lines. And his beloved yellow engine, Molly...who has gone virtually untouched since Christmas morn, but whatever.
PJ hadn't really asked for anything because, well, he had no idea what was going on, but he got a tricycle that he loves and had to be coaxed off of in order to open the rest of his gifts.
I thought it might be nice to get a picture of each of the boys in his Christmas jammies.
Then I remembered that Jack smiles like this whenever the camera comes out. You'd think the jammies were made of burlap and barbed wire.
PJ spent much of the morning with his tongue between his teeth, exclaiming "Thhhhmmmewwy Christmas!"
Don't ask me why.
He seemed to think it was the funniest thing ever.
We were supposed to have Aunt Devon, Nana and Pop-Pop come for Christmas dinner, but they weren't feeling great and it was freezing rain, so we stayed in our pajamas all day and the boys got to play with their toys. It was the most relaxing holiday ever.
Later, the boys sat on the couch together looking at some of their new (ahem, Usborne) books. Jack is fascinated with telling the time right now, so this one was just perfect for him. It has a little clock with moving hands and he was showing PJ how they go around.
I love moments like these.
I hope everyone had a blessed Christmas and a very happy New Year!
Don't call CPS just yet.
We took down the Christmas decorations this past weekend and Jack begged to use the vacuum.
Practically threw a fit when we hesitated.
Pinky swear.
He didn't do too bad, either. Except that the actual vacuum part of the vacuum (you know, the part in the front with the rollers and suction) only touched the carpet about half the time.
Then one of PJ and Mommy together.
The concept of holding the button down for a few seconds to focus is not an easy one, but we're still working on it.
Finally, Jack wanted to snap a picture of his Handy Manny, so he posed him against the wall and got down in front of him for a good angle.
Judging from the poll, I can see that most of you are thinking (or hoping) girl.
We'll find out soon enough!
I'd hoped to get a good picture of the boys with Santa for our Christmas card this year.
Don't we have the cutest Santa ever? I was only allowed to take two photos with my own camera before I'd have to purchase the Bleed-'Em-Dry photo package, so I decided a picture with Santa was not going to be on our Christmas card this year.
This one could have been okay if I weren't a perfectionist. So close, but come on, Jack! Plus, there were easily ten up-and-downs for each of them between the first Rudolph picture and the second. I was kneeling on the ground saying loudly, "Boys! Look at Mommy!" a hundred times , my maternity jeans were slowly falling down (I think I had a whole underwear-hanging-out-the-top thing going on that is so much less cool on pregnant 30-somethings than high school boys), and this whole setup was right in the middle of the busiest part of the mall.
I'm pretty sure this was my most exciting Christmas ever. Jack was old enough to anticipate what was going to happen, and we counted down the days until Santa would come with our paper chain advent calendar.
Jack had asked Santa for "Mowwy and some tracks that change wines."
PJ hadn't really asked for anything because, well, he had no idea what was going on, but he got a tricycle that he loves and had to be coaxed off of in order to open the rest of his gifts.
I thought it might be nice to get a picture of each of the boys in his Christmas jammies.
PJ spent much of the morning with his tongue between his teeth, exclaiming "Thhhhmmmewwy Christmas!"
He seemed to think it was the funniest thing ever.
We were supposed to have Aunt Devon, Nana and Pop-Pop come for Christmas dinner, but they weren't feeling great and it was freezing rain, so we stayed in our pajamas all day and the boys got to play with their toys. It was the most relaxing holiday ever.
I love moments like these.
I hope everyone had a blessed Christmas and a very happy New Year!
...and now he's this sweet little boy.
He is such a wonderful big brother, and is excited to meet the new baby (he's pretty certain it's a girl). He talks so well, with a very big vocabulary, and is very inquisitive. He's kind, thoughtful and sensitive, much like his Daddy, and is rarely seen without his trusty sidekick, Lamby ("Wammy"), pictured above.
Patrick and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary on November 5th, and the fifth anniversary of our first meeting on December 5th.
35 weeks - maternity shirts are almost not long enough. Combine an already-long torso with a 52-inch waist (yes, I measured it. I have a love/hate relationship with my Mommy Measure - but love you, Pam!), and there are just not that many shirts up for the challenge. I refuse to have the belly sticking out like Rachel Green on "Friends," so I'm mostly resorting to extra-large baggy t-shirts. They're unflattering, but they cover the stretch marks.
