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?
Trying to talk G into a cute picture.
Majority of the time he spent running around.
Did you catch all that?
Christmas cards ordered.