Now That Thanksgiving is Over

I can stop pretending that our Christmas tree hasn't been up since at least a week before Thanksgiving. And I suppose that I will also acknowledge its presence with the photographic proof. So behold, Christmas tree decorating pictures.

Ava wasn't into the whole kissing idea that Alana had. Or she was playing hard to get.

Alana is an expert tree decorator. If you like your ornaments on the back of the tree.

Ava is a firm believer that if your butt is naked the tree will look better.

My elves after they decorated the tree.

If you like your ornaments at the bottom of the tree then have Ava come to your house. She will also set up a candle light vigil under the tree. For whatever, but lets just say something like The Troops. You pick a cause, she places the candles. And refuses to move them.

Turkey and Pie

After my annual pre-Thanksgiving bake-a-thon, which wasn't too crazy, just 4 pies and time consuming jello-yogurt stuff, I was ready for the holiday. I was at the peak of my laziness for the week, so I wore an awesome yoga pants/ugg boots combo (pants tucked, in case you were wondering) to get a haircut, made cheese crisps for dinner and called Thanksgiving Eve a day.

Assumingly well rested, on actual Thanksgiving we laid around our house, watched the parade and Toy Story 3, colored, then eventually went to my parent's house at around 1 pm. There I ate my fair share of turkey, but only one piece of pie. Alana also ate plenty of turkey, since she just discovered that she likes it on actual Thanksgiving, and Ava opted for the carb filled plate of mashed potatoes. David watched football, actually admitted that turkey is delicious when properly cooked, took a family picture with us before the game started (a Thanksgiving miracle), then ate some pie and watched the Cowboys win. The girls and I also put together some puzzles with my cousin and aunt, and looked at newspaper fliers although I hate the crowds and refuse to do Black Friday shopping. Then I ate more pie. For breakfast the next day too.

Now that Thanksgiving is over, all of our focus is on the 8 days left till we go to Disneyland. 8 days! My kids were crazy excited to see Santa on TV at the end of the Thanksgiving parade, so if that is any indication of how excited they will be to see him and his reindeer in person during the Disneyland parade we're in for some screaming and loud squeals and plenty of pointing. They're also all happy whenever they see the cheap lighted wreaths hanging from the light poles on the main street where we live, so I can only imagine how exciting Sleeping Beauty's castle all lit up and surrounded by snow will be. 8 days!

Now onto some pictures, even though I'm the laziest person with a dSLR ever and maybe took ten pictures. But they good pictures, so that makes up for it.

She wears Christmas jewelry early to get a head start on festiveness.

Our sunny and 70 degree Thanksgiving.

I made sure to get a pic before they got dirty.

They were hungry!

My pretty festive girls.

At the end of the holiday these ladies are what I'm most thankful for.

I'm Here on Official Business

After one official doctor's appointment I have an official announcement: my 100% certified official due date is 4th of July. Happy Independence Day to me. I didn't announce anything on Facebook before today, I just posted a link to here, which I guess was a test to see who actually reads my blog. Now its all up on Facebook, but I'm sure I'll still get a few I didn't know you were pregnant!s regarding vague pregnancy related status updates. Not everyone checks their Facebook everyday, or reads blogs, or pays attention to anything going on around them.

That's all the big breaking news I have. Other than that my life consists of avoiding bad smells, like the laundry soap aisle at the grocery store, and not eating even one bite more once I'm full, cause I physically cannot swallow it without gagging and have spit out my share of food in the last two weeks. I'm pretty lucky in the morning sickness department, like I only really get nauseous if I eat something that disagrees with me, like Eegee's ranch fries, carrots or bananas.

Only 13 more days till we go to Disneyland, and I'm hoping that I can eat a lot while we're there, cause the food is the best part. I'm looking forward to it, but also have to do a bunch of writing homework before I go, which I'm not eager to complete. And only 2 days till Thanksgiving, which is exciting, cause I love Thanksgiving. An entire holiday devoted to doing nothing but eating and watching TV, sounds like perfection, and smells like the apple pie that is in my oven right now.

Excellent Strategy

Alana is five, so she's all grown up and mature and claims to not need naps. Except for the days that are extra tiring, cause you know, your sister is bratty and you've been singing along to your iPod really loud and its just draining, being that cute. On those days, a nap is needed. Her strategy is to fall asleep in a random place in a cute position out of nowhere, so then her mommy must give her extra sleep snuggles and can't resist laying down in the kitchen just to be near her. Advantage: Alana.

It should be noted that she picked out her own clothes that day.

She looks all crazy in this one, I think she even drooled on the carpet.

She fell asleep under my chair while I did homework. Poor mistreated lady.

She always catches me off guard when I find her peacefully sleeping, I have to take a picture so I can remember how innocent she looks, cause it doesn't last long.

All Hail The Turkey Queens

I'm like a blogging machine this week. All documenting stuff and crap. Someone give me an award or something. Ok, so its mostly pictures, but I take a lot of pictures and not all of them end up on this blog, cause there are a lot.

Today, in an effort to prove to myself that any craft can be made with just construction paper, glue, & scissors, we made some awesome festive crowns. Like, realistic turkeys. Ava wasn't that helpful, but Alana glued her whole crown together herself, and the end result was some Thanksgiving ladies. Also, I don't want Thanksgiving swept under the rug, since my overzealous husband had us put up the Christmas tree yesterday, ten days before Thanksgiving.


Behold, the turkey queens:

Pictures Instead of Lots of Words

I feel like blogging stuff, but not all the time. Can't gather my thoughts into a reasonable pattern that is easily interpreted by other real life humans. My brain is mushy cause my kids are whiny, so I prefer to look at pictures of them when they aren't whiny, and also pretend that David isn't trying to put up the Christmas tree TODAY, over a week before Thanksgiving. Cute picture of my kids, take me away.

They love dollar store beauty products from Nana. I just love them, not the ugly hair and nails.

Sometimes I Feed My Kids Doughnuts

I'm a lazy blogger. I'm tired and everything smells weird, but for the sake of staying updated and current and crap, see what I let my kids eat for breakfast. Doughnuts. Delicious, not especially nutritious, but that's why they like them. That's why I like them too, mostly the ones with chocolate frosting.

I think Ava likes doughnuts almost as much as I do, she's very enthusiastic about them.

Coming This Summer

We like to sandwich birthdays in as small of a window as possible, and in our family we have a mid-June birthday, a very end of June birthday, and a 4th of July birthday. So, just for fun, I thought I'd add one more into that timeframe.

If any previous assumptions you've made so far while reading this post haven't panned out I will confirm one thing: I am pregnant, which I hate announcing this early in my pregnancy but it seems like everyone and their mother already knows, so I may as well. And I'm due July 2nd. I just can't seem to time pregnancies to be in any other time of year but summer, I'm doomed to hot weather with every baby. At least I don't have to buy tons of baby socks in the summer though, cause its all warm and stuff.

So there. Kind of an anti-climactic post, but big news. Did I mention I hate telling people I'm pregnant? I make David do it. I'd rather they just already know, then I don't have to deal with telling anyone. He is the one who wants to tell everyone we know anyone, and insists that its not a secret anymore if I've told my sister, so then we end up mentioning it even though I kind of wanted to wait till Thanksgiving and do something cute, but who am I kidding? I'm way too lazy and have way too much homework to do that. So consider yourself informed.

Shrick or Shreat

 I had two full-fledged trick or treaters this year, or as Alana says, shrick or shreat. Alana was sick for the trunk or treat that we went to, but I don't think we're gonna repeat that one next year. The lines were crazy long, which is one thing, but then we were trapped in the parking lot, along with like 6 other cars, because people parked in an idiotic way, trapping everyone else in. Not really worth the effort.

Trick or treating was a different story. The girls got way too much candy, loved every minute of it, and gladly said thank you to every house. Alana politely said shrick or shreat, but my stubborn Ava refused. She opted for a less traditional route, and instead said Ham! to every person handing out candy. Crazy woman.

 Of course my bratty girls looked cute in their costumes, Alana the witch and Ava my little Belle. I made sure to take pics both times we went out, since Alana had green hair one time but not the other, and one time it was already dark out when we left, so I was forced to use the flash. Gasp!

 I think I've eaten more of their candy than they have. Although Ava did have a candy eating marathon yesterday, but she doesn't like non-chocolate candy, so she just had Kit Kats and Reeses.

Halloween is definitely funner with little kids to dress up and steal candy from. It seems in Benson most kids don't really stop trick or treating when its age appropriate, cause I saw more teenagers than little kids. If you're old enough to drive, you're old enough to get a job and buy your own candy. And a short dress and vampire teeth don't count as a costume.