Holiday Wrap Up
Where have I been?! Lordy! When you actually have a child that is cognizant enough to realize that holidays are actually happening… you have to figure out what traditions you’ll actually keep and what ones you’ll actually pass on… we are still working on that.This is a hard choice for me (since my DNA looks like a meeting at the United Nations).
Isaiah survived. He came out pretty well actually. The Guppy and PopPop (my in-laws) managed to find and purchase the one toy that would induce panic in the lives of my dogs. Noelle and Zoe now run from Isaiah as he screams at them from his Hot Wheels Jeep.

Because what an amped up toddler needs is a motorized something to run into mommy as she attempts to keep balance. Let me tell you, there is nothing better than being 29 weeks pregnant and getting rammed in the back of the knee by a tiny hard-plastic Jeep. It is awesome beyond awesome. So awesome that I tend to call out the name of the Lord after each lovely encounter (I have been informed that God’s last name doesn’t start with a “D”).
Holidays make me miss my brother (who passed away in 2006) and very nostalgic. With Addsion’s arrival on the horizon I find my mind meandering back to days when Isaiah was tiny (and not accosting me with Chinese made toys, THANKS A LOT CHINA!!!). For your viewing pleasure: My little bambino with his daddy, during his first snow (he was about 6 months old!):

Hope your Holidays were filled with peace, joy, great memories, and (most of all) LOVE!
I’ll bet your knees appreciate the certain welts they’ve sustained since Christmas.
29 weeks means you’ve only got 11 weeks left, give or take a couple weeks. Getting excited?
If your not getting rammed into you’re stepping on something small or the toy is making noise. There is no relief.
Also, thanks for the heads up about that last name thing.
I can’t believe you’re already that far along! But I hear you on the holiday traditions. Between my family’s traditions and my husband’s and our desire to make our own meaningful rituals and our families sharing their opinions about how we spend our time… it’s hard.
I’m glad you’re finding a happy way. Happy New Year, and I hope it’s full of joy (and relatively few bruises)!
At least your precious little snowflake didn’t get a remote control roach
. Hmm, I wonder what little gems would sprout from your mouth getting hit in the head by one of those suckers. Thanks friggin Japan
What the hell Japan! ICK!
I googled it. I am so happy you read our blog… I suspect that I would not have the unique chance to partake in all the knowledge you have.