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Note: pictures with a mediocre camera just refuse to show off a color of paint the way it should.

They fell asleep between Grandma T's house and my parent's place.

Babyzilla with a banged up forehead.
Making a mess.
Crying about the mess made.

Climbing into the tub after she had been dressed.
My own little Ralfie, or Randy actually.


At the "Breakfast with Santa" pj party.
Lily's super poofy new coat from Grandma C.

Ahhhhh, so sweet. I found them sleeping like this and tried to take a picture but Brett woke up to the bright light from the camera and FREAKED OUT on me. He jumped half asleep and I thought he was going to punch me! Now I make fun of him because of the "Ghost Light!" It's coming!

Or as the Ensign put it, the Christ spirit, has inspired me this month. I always look for ways to help my kids focus on why we have Christmas and it really irritates me when things focus so much on Santa and presents and the "me" attitude that I see so much of. So as I was reading the December Ensign, I was teary eyed the entire time and filled with a desire to help and give to others. I have been hoping for a way to present it's self to me to help my kids get into the spirit and as I was walking out of my gym class last week, I noticed a tree with all these tags on it. I've seen those trees before, with needy children's names on them, and I thought that would be perfect! So Brett and I took the kids swimming last Saturday and afterward let them select a name from the tree. They are pretty excited to get this little 3 year old boy a gift and are at the store right now with daddy looking for a toy. I also thought it might be nice to go through some of Ethan's 3T clothes and give an outfit to the boy. I've got two bins full so why not, huh? Anyway, to my whole point now, I want a baby boy so bad! I've wanted another boy ever since Ethan was a baby and I keep getting girls. I love my girls and am happy it turned out this way, but I want a boy so much! And going through all these adorable little stud man clothes is getting to me. Please, please, please say I get a boy for my last baby!

This is how my day went yesterday:

3:00pm- Perfectly fine, baking cookies, preparing for dinner and Ethan's friend to come over

3:30- noticed my right Breast was tender and got mad that I've got a clogged milk duct

4:30- emailed Brett and told him I didn't feel well at all and I thought I was being a drama queen because I was FINE earlier. What the heck!

5:30-Brett got home and I took a hot bath and got the shaking under control; However, Once I got out and into bed, not even my heating pad could stop the shaking.

6:00- Brett gives me a blessing/tells me I need to see a doctor/ me thinking this was all ridiculous because I was FINE just 3 hours ago/ nursed Lily on offending breast hoping to unclog the duct(personal torture!)/my back and legs aching to the bones and really really hurting

6:30/7 ish- Get to the hospital, get drugged up, pain goes away, get prescription for breast infection, still don't know what the heck is going on, but man those drugs are making me feel good and I don't really care about anything anymore

9ish-Go home, go to bed

All night- vacillated between hot sweats and cold chills, nursed Lily a lot trying to get things right, almost puked and drank a gallon of water. Sooooo thirsty.

Now today I've felt like crap, mostly slept, nearly passed out and puked in the shower, and I'm seriously thinking about getting that narcotic prescription filled to help with this pain. Oh, my boob is falling off!!! And my legs and back hurt bad. Is this not just weird???

Okay, you can feel sorry for me now.

Brett's: "You will never need to worry about having a steady job." Woohoo!!!
Cheri's:"Reaffirm your financial plans- make a budget." Hmmmm, what if I already have a budget, does this mean I need to review and change something???
Wow, the power of a cookie to get one thinking.

What the hair?
The "Santa's coming" dance.


Oh what joy! A Christmas chain!!!
Santa's happy little worker elves.

This is so typical. I don't have a disease, you know.

All 20 of us fit into my house quite nicely, don't you think? The kids destroyed the playrooms and the bedrooms, and left us adults alone to talk. It was great. Then the next day all the women of the family went to see Twilight together. Brett opened his new hiking back pack, and got the world's cutest birthday card from his nieces and nephews. It was awesome!

This is as good as it got with a grumpy husband and a grumpy 3 year old. And wind. And agitation all around.









Now I've got to pick one for our Christmas card so leave me your address and I'll send you one. I will delete your comment as soon as I copy it down so it's not up there, but if you don't leave an address, you won't get one because I have no idea where anyone lives. Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!