Santa Claus

I thought that it would be a great idea to take Taj to see Santa for the first time, but I didn't want to go on the weekends because everyone took their kids to see Santa on the weekends, so I took him during the week thinking that I wouldn't have to wait in line--wrong! The day I took Taj to see Santa at the mall I kind of dressed up, and by dressed up I mean that I wore high heels with my jeans that I haven't been able to fit into for months, so I was feeling pretty good and pretty confident that I wouldn't have a long wait to see Santa.

When I got to the "Santa Tracking Station" there were only like ten people at the most in line, so I was like "Sweet. We'll get this over with in ten minutes." Unfortunately every little kid that was in line had to take time to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas, not like that's what they're there for or anything:) To make a long story short I waited in line for an hour!!! and I thought I was going to die. By the time it was our turn Taj was crying because he was hungry and my feet were killing me. I thought I was wearing my comfy high heels, but now I know there is no such thing! I was going to be so mad because I didn't want Taj crying in the picture after I had waited so long!

I found out that our wait was longer because of one lady in particular. She kept having them take her child's picture over and over again because he was crying and none of the pictures looked good to her. I was like "Lady, he doesn't like Santa okay, so just beat it!" I didn't say that outloud, but I'm sure that was the pain talking. Anyway, when Taj made it to Santa's lap, he couldn't stop smiling. He loved Santa Claus this year, however, I may be the annoying lady next year with the crying baby.

Hey everyone! It's been a long time since I last posted and quite a lot has happened. We blessed our sweet little Taj on the first Sunday of this month and were quite successful because he slept through the whole thing. Thank goodness because he has lungs like a banshee and that ampified into a mic would surely be blood curdling:( My husband's stepmom found a really cute hand-made blessing outfit at The Quilted Bear, which by the way is an awesome store! It's like a Roberts, a gift shop, and a restaurant all in one. It also has a cool little life-size village and you can walk into all the little shops. Even Brannon liked it...I was ready to go before he was. Little Taj is doing great. He had his shots last week and did great until Sunday and then he ran a fever, so we had to spend the day in the hospital doing bloodwork and waiting in the doctor's office. It was awful! They had to put a catheter in him to get a urine sample and I though I was going to kill somebody because they made him bleed and I've never heard him cry like that before. He was so traumatized by it that he slept for the rest of the day and through the night, with the exceptions of waking up to eat. I hope we never do that again. I hated it!

I have to admit that I've been a little bit bad since Taj was born. Taj has slept in the bed with me for about two months now because I've been too nervous to leave him in his crib at night, so poor Bran has been sleeping in the guest bedroom. I'm home for Monticello for Christmas and my mom has a Pack'n Play and I put him in that to sleep the last two nights and I have not had better sleep for a long while. He actually slept until 6 am both nights! My hope is renewed and my faith is restored! Yes, I can go on living and have a normal life. I was worried the cirlces under my eyes were going to be permanent:( Needless to say, I'm taking the Pack'n Play home with me because that is his new bed and now Bran can reclaim his spot:) I will be posting Kiddie Kandid pics soon along with Taj's first visit with Santa.

Thanksgiving

I know it's a little late for this post, but I'm still trying to get myself together after Thanksgiving. We spent the holiday in Tropic this year and enjoyed getting back to small town America for a few days. There's just something about a small town that you can't find in the big city. There's a sense of peace and a lot more time for thought about one's life. I suppose that is because of an immense reduction in distractions in a small town. For one our cell phones don't work, there is no where to go, and the internet is painfully slow, thus more time to sit and think and enjoy the outdoors, which we did. There's something spiritual about spending time in the mountains. I wish we could go more often. The simple life is where it's at.