A White Christmas

We will definitely have a white Christmas this year. I am NOT enjoying it. I played in the snow with Noah for maybe 15 minutes before I had to go back inside. I don't do cold... =)

It's coming!!!

Christmas is almost here! This is my favorite holiday. We didn't manage to get the lights put on the house this year but I did hang those bows and put some cute things in the window...that counts as decorating right?

The inside of the house is pretty festive. I really like getting the Christmas decorations out and figuring out where to put everything.

We bought a new tree this year. The ceiling in our family room is really high so our old tree looked SUPER tiny in here last year. This is the tallest tree I've ever had and I love it!

I'm excited for Emily's first Christmas EVEN if she won't have any idea that it is Christmas =)

Someone take away the food!!!

So  a few weeks ago I found myself in need of pants. REAL pants. I was tired of wearing leggings and yoga pants. (Yoga pants that were not going anywhere near a yoga studio...) I wanted to wear jeans! I wanted to feel normal again. So up I marched to my room. I opened the closet and selected my favorite pair. Nope. They wouldn't fit. Next pair. Nope. This continued until a sad pile of non fitting jeans lay before me. The only pair left hanging were the ones I wore to do yard work in. The always way too baggy ones...they fit. It was a sad moment. There was a decision to be made. I could either live in stretchy pants and stick with my grungy pair of jeans, squeeze into my old jeans causing what I'm sure would be internal damage, or go buy bigger pants. 

I chose bigger pants. I had. I idea now much bigger these pants would be. I didn't know I'd end up crying in the dressing room. 3 sizes bigger than my pre-pregnancy jeans. THAT'S how much bigger they were. Now I know I only had Emily 2 1/2 months ago but here's the thing. I only weigh 5 pounds more than I did before I was pregnant so how does that equal an extra 3 pant sizes? 

All I know is I want to wear my old pants again. That will require diet and exercise. BUT I LOVE FOOD...a LOT. I love food so much that when I eat something really good I do a little dance. I usually don't even realize I'm doing it until Joey tells me. I also HATE exercising. See my dilemma? 

I'll just have to suck it up I guess and be....healthy. Not until after Christmas though. I need to eat all of that delicious Christmas food first...
=)