It's a Girl!

Lace, pink shoes and sparkles, here we come!!

Oranges

I can't get enough of these!
Orange juice, orange soda, and taking the time to peel the real thing, I am loving Oranges!
Other than the cheeseburgers that I crave, this craving I can have as much as I want!
When I was little, my parents would put an orange in the bottom of our stockings every year. This year I'm, telling Kris to just stuff my stocking with them.

Santa

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We practiced and got pumped up for the meet and greet. But when we walked past the elves and closer to the Jolly Old Man, everything went out the window. Lucky for santa, there was no screaming or tears, but Truan refused to sit on his lap as well as look at the camera. He kept an eye on the sneaky old man the whole time. I told Truan not to be surprised if he found coal in his stocking this year.


We waited for over 30 mins for the big event.




"There's no way this fat man is getting down our chimney....what's your secret old man?"






It was a long day.

Meet "Pots"

This is Pots







Initially we named him Blue Spot, because he is covered in blue spots. Truan has slept with him every night since he was about 10 months. Since he has begun talking, Truan now asks for him by name. But he moved the "S" from the begining of his name to the end: Hence Pots.
Each night when Truan goes "Night, Night" he asks for Pots.
He has become an honorary part of the family as well as Truan's good friend. Though we try to keep Pots in the crib, Truan usually breaks him out by sticking his arm through the crib rails and pulling him out. We've found Pots in the most odd circumstances. Once he got left in the dishwasher when Truan was "helping" do dishes. Another time, Pots was put in the high chair for dinner. Truan also assists with his grooming by putting him in the bathtub. And we never leave the house without giving Pots a kiss on the mouth and a wave goodbye. Needless to say, Pots has a weekly date with the washer and dryer.

Daydream

Today I wished I was here:






Instead of here:






Most of the year we stay really busy, and I enjoy where I am. But winter rolls around and I'm suddenly slapped in the face with the reminder that I'm in Idaho!! Growing up in the Bay Area in California, I am reminded of the drive to school, huddled in the back of my cousins volvo complaining that if it was 5 degrees colder then we might see snow! I saw snow once in California, and it never touched the ground. How spoiled I was! Though I do enjoy the clean and fresh look of a new blanket of snow, I despise the frigid air that is accompanied by it.
Today, I spent a good chunk of my day, browsing through travel packages to the Bahamas. If I had the money, I would have booked an itinerary today.
Anyone else in mourning of those Sunny days chalked with sunscreen and fruity drinks?