Ready for Christmas!

Well, we haven't fallen off the face of the earth, it's just been a busy month.  Daddy William has been hunting a lot, hiking, and mostly working his tail off at the office.  I've been busying around with Christmas stuff and POTTY TRAINING.  We're at the beginning of week #3, and so far....just okay.  We haven't had an accident in almost two whole days, which is an accomplishment. Patience is not a natural virtue of mine (thanks to my Dad), and being 7 1/2 months pregnant makes that fuse a LOT shorter....and I'll be the first to admit it wasn't long to begin with. Probably not a good combination with the whole potty training thing, but I didn't really feel like I had a choice unless I wanted to have two in diapers.  So, here we are.  

On a lighter note, here are a few pics I snapped while trying to get a Christmas card picture.  I ended up with a few cute ones.  William is super excited about Santa coming (unless I'm using it to bribe him to going to the bathroom in the potty, in which case he doesn't want Santa to come, but that's a whooooole different story)...all he has asked for is a race car with fire on it.  He showed it to me at Toys R Us so I could be sure and tell Santa exactly which one he wants.  I've asked him a few other times what Santa is going to bring, to which he replies "an orange."  How many?  "One for me, and one for Mommy, and one for Daddy."  I think he got the idea from a Christmas scents book that MiMi and Grandad gave him.  Anyway, our house is all ready for Santa, and we've all been good as gold.  Can't wait to see what he brings us!!

On a funny note, when Wm woke up this morning, I was telling him it was only 3 days until Christmas.  We've been trying to talk to him about what Christmas is really about and about when Jesus was born.  He asked me if baby Jesus was coming to Christmas, to which I responded "Jesus is always with you in your heart, but you can't see him."  Later, when I was putting him down for a nap, he started patting his tummy telling me Jesus was in there.  I corrected him and said, "No, that's your tummy, Jesus is in your heart."  And I moved his hand to his little heart.  Wm's reply was, "I can feel baby Jesus in there kicking my heart."  I'm assuming it was either the beating of the heart or the talk of the baby moving in Mommy's tummy.  Either way, I about fell over laughing.