Ezri brought her blanket, pillow and two puppies to the show.
When Zain was home sick with a high fever, mopping the floor, and wearing these pretty little slippers seemed to comfort him. He is such a silly guy!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Posted by Kimberly at 12:43 PM
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Ezri had very nice manners, and politely asked Santa for a "Dancing Dora and the Crystal Kingdom Doll." Santa then asked, "is there anything else you want?"
Ezri's eyes about popped out of her head. Her little feet kicked up and down and she looked at me like, "I can ask for more than one thing!!??" I nodded at her and said, "go ahead. . . "
She started asking for diamonds, diamond necklaces, diamond butterfly rings . . .
Santa looked at me like, "What the heck?"
It was neat. He gave her an ornament that you hang on your tree with a list of things you want Santa to leave. Then Santa can check it when he comes to your house. I thought that was pretty clever. Ezri filled it out in the car and told me, "Santa can read kids' handwriting, even when moms can't," so it was all done.
I was going to ask the lady to take another shot that showed Ezri's boots better, but glanced back at the line of kids waiting, and Santa didn't seem to want Zain on his knee any more than Zain wanted to be on Santa's knee - and thought I better not. Her boots are super cute, and you will just have to take my word for it!
Posted by Kimberly at 7:49 PM
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Yay! I wasn't 100% confident in my theory that if I simply didn't worry about weight, and just ate like a normal person, the excessive amount of baby weight would just take care of itself... and I was a bit concerned when my mom's bathroom scale broke, and I didn't check my weight for about 3 months. . . throw in Halloween, Birthday cakes, Thanksgiving pies, and cold weather, and I did hesitate to get ont he scale this morning. "why bother?" I told myself. "this will probably just ruin my day . . ."
Then I thought, "what the heck." Kicked off my shoes, and hopped on.
A pound a week for 63 weeks. Sure, it's not as dramatic or attention grabbing as doing it biggest looser style in 5 weeks . . . but it is still an accomplishment, and I'm halfway to my goal. And I'm not a crazy obsessive dieter, just a regular person, who doesn't get up at 5am to exercise for 3 hours before work, who doesn't write down every calorie consumed, and who doesn't freak out if someone brings doughnuts to work.
It has been a great 63 weeks, and I look forward to the second half, where I won't have Metamucil for lunch, and I won't eat celery everyday, and I definitely will not be running a marathon. Hooray for slow and steady! Hooray for hot cocoa at breakfast, and Hoooooooray for sleeping in and not jogging on mornings like this one.
Posted by Kimberly at 6:56 AM