The end result

When New Years Resolutions meets nesting pregnant woman:

The before



The After

The Grapefruit Experience

Once upon a time my child used to eat grapefruits with me...



Now she just tortures herself by drinking the juice. You can see the pain on her face as she drinks it but she kept going back for more.

Personal Trainer

Anyone want to hire a personal trainer to keep up with those new years resolutions?

Monkey see, Monkey do

Sorry about the lack of blogging. I've been limited my time on the computer when I'm at home resulting in days gone by without a single update for you. I realized that I may have a computer obsession when in the 72 seconds it takes me to use the bathroom and wash my hands this happens...

















The computer was on the coffee table when I went into the bathroom. But in that short amount of time she moved it over to the couch, climbed up, got comfortable and started surfing the net.

I have a bunch of blogs all lined up and ready to go for you.

New Years Resolution Hazard

One of my New Years resolutions was to get more organized/reduce clutter. Step one to obtaining that resolution was to go through Bree's drawers, closet and the 5, yes count them (I'll give you a moment)















bags of girl clothes that were given to me. Over the course of a day and a half I finally got all the way through Bree's room and am now ready to move on to bigger organizing projects. However, in the event of my cleaning her closet, I have inadvertently created the perfect hiding place for Bree. I don't mind the hiding part. I don't entirely mind the throwing of clothes out of the closet. Its the climbing and/or jumping out of the hiding place thats the problem.

What a bed hog

Wordless Wednesday

Christmas

Ahhh...Christmas Eve. After traveling from relatives house to relatives house, it was time to go home to begin our own Christmas celebrations. But first we had to take the traditional picture of the child/children in front of the Christmas tree...

He knows when you are sleeping...



He knows when you're awake...



The budding tradition in our house is opening stockings and one present on Christmas Eve. Then its off to bed so Santa can come. She did a great job waiting patiently for her stocking.














At the time she didn't seem too excited about her toothbrush but now she wants to use it all the time, all day long.



Good thing that stupid ball was practically free since she bit a hole in it before she even went to bed.



Expecting something good...



Hair ties?! Really??!!??



Thats more like it!! FYI - since Daddy is the one who bought the silly string, Daddy is the one who gets to clean it up. :O)



We ended Christmas Eve with a (sort of, kind of) game of Hi-Ho Cherry-o.



Then it was Christmas morning and what a wonderful morning it was. From all the excitement of the day before (and lack of memory that bunches of presents awaited her under the tree), Bree slept in until almost 9:30. If only Christmas mornings of the future would start out that way. But I know by next year we'll be waking up before the birds to open presents.



My new Rachael Ray pans came in pretty handy that morning.







Jim attempting to teach her how to fish with her new puzzle. Gotta start getting ready for the summer, right?



And Bree's way of fishing. Much, much easier.



Yummy Christmas breakfast of homemade hash browns and scrambled eggs eaten on her new tray while watching the parade on tv. Can life get any better?



I have a feeling we'll need to be buying her a new magnadoodle before the new year is done.