Thanksgiving.

I kid.  I took not one picture of Thanksgiving.  Not one.  I made cookies, icing, lemon pie, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, rolls, other things I can't remember, cleaned like a mo fo etc etc.

So lets move into Christmas.  The holiday I've actually already decorated and photographed.  Nesting is full force.  Massive.  I maybe packed up a shiz ton of G's toys last night.  He won't notice, right?  Ps. He has.  Mostly because I didn't finish nesting.  I packed up his toys and moved them upstairs outside of his room last night and so perps they are still there.

We also took G to look at big boy beds at which he told me, "But mama, I already have a bed."  touche g$, touche.

SOoooooooooooooooo here you go.  for now.  There are more coming.  G has a santa shirt...and Christmas tree pants.  I'm just sayin'.

And then we attempted Christmas card pictures.  That mostly involved G running around and saying, "look mama, a peacock.  Look mama, a time tunnel.  Look mama, I put my hands in the water."

6 months pregnant.

Self portraits.  Who is checking the sun on that?

Sitting ='s not attractive.

Ben told me that standing on a super ledge wasn't safe.  I said... meh?

White men.

Trying to talk G into a cute picture.

Majority of the time he spent running around.

Did you catch all that?  

Christmas cards ordered.