I am so procrastinating....four calling birds, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. (I'm singing this by the way).
The New year is coming up fast, and I've hardly had anytime to think straight. I need to work on HB's first birthday bash (or at least call the park to reserve a pavilion). I need to start walking (must find a good used stroller). I need to pray more and I should really, really, really practice flute again. I miss it. I also should e-mail that lady before January hits. Need to go to confession on a more regular basis and should take up going to adoration more. Ahh...the insanity of a new year.
Oh, and Christmas is far from over at my house. Hubby decided that we'd open a present or two a day and that's what we've been doing. So far it's been two toy cars, a book about kid craft projects, a book of crock-pot recipes, a book on how to save money on your grocery bill complete with recipes, and a book for HB. And my Amazon order hasn't fully come in yet.
The year, though, has definitely flew by. I had a baby and then I started keeping kids at my house. Hubby has been diligently finishing up school. So that means next year we'll probably move, Hubby will get a "real" job (if you call working at your dream job being really a job), and I will probably at some point be working on cooking baby number two. Hubby has been bugging me about baby number two. This morning we had a discussion about how reversed our roles are compared to the last time. I wanted a baby and Hubby was less on board. This time Hubby wants a baby and I'm less on board. Funny.
Oh, and I should mention that last weigh in HB is up to 16 lbs 12 oz. That boy is smaller than the 7 month old a baby story time who is 20 lbs. Now you know why I'm not too thrilled about another baby. I'm still working on this one.