Fa la la la la

I am a lover of everything Christmas. Everything. So imagine my distress when I knew we would be in the midst of a home renovation when I should be decorating, baking, and singing along happily to Christmas music. Thankfully, we are near the end, right as Christmas approaches. The couch came, the stove came, the floor is almost done. I'm trying to get N to relax for awhile so we can enjoy the holiday at least for a little while. The trim can wait and the carpet will get ordered-some day. I got the tree and decorated the small bit I can. Nick is husband of the year-really. He has done everything I asked. Hang a giant wreath on our 100 year old house. Done. Get me a real tree and move it around as you do the floors. Done. Let me blast Christmas music when you and your dad are working. Done. This will be our last Christmas as a family of three and if I have anything to say about it Nick, Mack, and I will be soaking up every moment for next year our lives will be much different. There's just something about Christmas that makes you love everyone and everything around you. Or that's just the pregnancy hormones. Who knows, either way I'm happy about it.

Said wreath being put up as the sun went down...and some unruly bushes.

 

Classic tree picture. In the dark. With an iPhone.

 

Mack being very excited about the new couch, especially the pillows.

Things NOT to do while pregnant...

I am normally pretty emotional, that's just how I roll. Since being pregnant I can definitely say it has amplified....like by 95. Nick can vouch for this as well. Poor guy finds me crying more often than not, sometimes I'm not sure why. The other day I was thinking, "I shouldn't do that anymore," when blubbering over a YouTube video. This got me thinking of a couple of things I should probably avoid while pregnant to keep myself sane and Nick out of panic mode...
1. Watch Ellen videos. They make me cry of happiness, they make me cry of sadness.
2. Listen to the radio. There never fails to be a song that reminds me of our wedding, or babies, or my parents, or my grandparents, or any other thought that makes me so happy I cry. Don't even get me started on Christmas music...
3. Read books. I reread the Harry Potter series for probably the fifth time last month. Obviously I know what happens, but I cried so hard. Maybe because it was over, maybe because it has a nice ending. I just don't know.

4. Watch Christmas parades. What?! Yeah. I don't know. I thinks its just all the holiday cheer and happiness and nostalgia. Plus, I was watching a local parade on TV my dad used to take us to so that kind of triggered the whole thing. IT WASN'T EVEN LIVE! I totally felt crazy at that moment.
5. Hang out with your niece and nephews. They poke my belly, give me lots of name suggestions, and generally just can't stop talking about their excitement. They are so excited to welcome Sally, or Snogglehead.
6. Get really, really funny texts. My little sister sent me this one. Cracked me right up to the point of tears. This is one example in particular...I don't know why I just couldn't stop laughing.

I know I'm not the only one in this boat, but it feels good to vent anyways. Besides, who doesn't like a good cry every now and then? Or every day (hour), who am I kidding.

Sigh...

Mack Sleeps

Mack is crazy energetic. As is the case for all boxers, but I just feel like he is more so than his canine friends. He can run for hours without so much as a cat nap and will not dare shut an eye if we are doing any sort of fun activity without him. There are rare occasions when he has a fun filled weekend that he sleeps. Albeit, he sleeps with one eye open and will pop up at the slightest inclination Nick or I is leaving the room. He is a cute sleeper, and that is one of the only times I can get a good picture of him because he is calm and still. His goofy boxer personality certainly comes out when he crashes, as you will see. This brings me to my series of pictures proving that my little love certainly does sleep. Proof.

Woof.