Gingerbread building and smashing extravaganza

Jesses flowing hair

Nanook looks a little angry

Merry Christmas!

Best present ever! David did a charcoal drawing of the ladies and made the frame. Aren't we a good looking family

Life in the city (well kind of)

I had my work Christmas party at our house last night and let me say it started off on the right foot.

My doorbell rings and as I go to answer I here the girls outside scream. Turns out a little kitten that lives across the street decided to tempt fate and got hit by a truck. They saw truck hit it and the kitten continued to flop around after it was hit. So now at this point, (it is dead) we are all standing by the street watching this while the mama and other little kittens are coming into the street to get it (mind you this is a busy street and many cars are passing and it is dark). So in order to avoid seeing another death, I go into the back yard and grab my shovel. Then I go into the middle of the street with cars on both sides and pick up the dead kitten and carry it on my shovel to the neighbors house and put it near their front door. As soon as I put it down the other kittens start eating it. Nice. Don't fear the reaper.

6 Months

Maybe its time to clean our windows...

Its baby room time! The room was a wonderful poop brown (which if you recall our whole house was painted this color, walls and ceilings) so after 3 layers of primer David was ready to start. We (and by we I mean David) picked a light green and yellow. This is what the ladies did instead of help paint.

YEAH! David finished it! We are going to put a trim as a border between colors. Now all we need to do is find a baby to put in the room... I wonder where we can find one?

My feet hurt....

Oh No

So I realize that this will make me sound really vain, but I don't care.
I have basically been the same size since 9th grade. I don't own any "fat jeans" or "skinny jeans" for that matter, they are all jeans but now I really wish I had a couple good pairs of fat jeans. I have been able to get away with my regular pants so far during pregnancy but now are just not quite cutting it. And the down side of being the first one prego in your group of friends means no hand-me-downs, which means I need a new wardrobe, which means I need $. So you see where the problem comes in. The icing on the cake was today when Sade (char-day) said to me... "Don't take this the wrong way Rachel but are getting a ghetto booty", which would explain why my pants don't fit.... And you know what I don't think I am okay with that.