Saturday Ramblings

I forgot to post pictures of the Williams family cutting down the Christmas tree of 2009...and Keegan putting one ornament on the tree before he exclaimed: "I want to watch Cars!" So much for the family tree trimming.
Remind me sometime to devote a whole blog to why I think Pixar movies are like meth...

I cannot get Keegan to wear any other hat than the one that looks like a dragon, so I swear every winter picture we have looks exactly the same.
I have "accidentally on purpose" tried to forget that hat.."Momma! Mine hat! I need mine hat!"
Dammit.
Of course, I got the responsible toddler..figures.

The night we cut our Christmas tree down was the first in our Christmas family traditions. I realize that most of you have had family traditions for eons, but keep in mind, we are a little behind the Jones'...when I think of EVERYTHING Will and I have done since we met four years ago, well, it's what most people do in 10 years. Someone pressed the fast forward button when it came to us, but at least we can't say we're bored!
We are celebrating Christmas at our house this year, and I am so excited for Keegan to wake up and run out to see what Santa brought him, that I probably won't sleep the night before. Let's be honest, I don't sleep well anyway right now, so it's no big loss.

There is something about Christmas with children that makes everything better. I just love it. He gets so excited and it just makes me laugh! "Momma it Christmastime!" Oh..it is just the best!

Probably the biggest relief lately is that our daycare lady decided that she wanted to keep Keegan and the baby.
"Who wouldn't want him; he's friggin' awesome and not just because he's my son." Actually it probably is because he is your son, Will, because today at the store, the salesclerk didn't think it was so "friggin' awesome" when he threw all the loofas on the floor shouting at the top of his lungs: "Momma! I want one of these! Look at these!"
A 2 1/2 year old boy does not need a loofah for the bath, does he? Does ANY man?

I am definitely starting to feel a whole heap better than I was.
The first tri-mester really threw me for a loop. It was like having pre-partum syndrome..ugh. I have actually felt a little more like my old self. Well, my old self minus the glass of wine in my hand.
It helps a lot because my friend, Moriah and I are due about the same time, and we can commiserate at work:
Do you miss wine?
Yeah, I miss wine.
Me too.
Hmmm...now what should we talk about?
It just really really helps to know I am not the only one with gas, cravings, no energy to work out, etc. Wait. We haven't talked about that...It's all me..dammit.
Of course Moriah is about 6 feet tall and built like a model so no one had better compare us...you know, the old "Oh you two are a week apart? How cute!" While secretly they are thinking: Melissa looks like an oompa loompa already..Hmmm..Moriah is definitely carrying her baby weight better. Ugh.

I bought some Moose Munch today. It is on the counter. It is shouting at me: "Go ahead! Eat me! You know you want to pregnant lady!"
Shut up Moose Munch.

Well, everyone in the house is asleep except me. Of course, the cats are always asleep so it doesn't really count..so maybe I wil try to get a quick snooze in.
It's either that or keep talking to the Moose Munch..you know, if I ATE all the Munch, it wouldn't be able to sayyyy anything to me anymore.........