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Cora Rosalie

8 lbs. 12 oz.

22 inches

My big brother and sister are in LOVE with me!!

Temper Tantrum

My mood sucks. Everything is irritating. The cats are on my nerves. The kids are on my nerves. I don't have the right foods or drinks to match my mood. I'm overall pissy. This must mean one thing. The baby will be here soon. I have less than two weeks to go (hopefully) and I've hit that stage where everything is uncomfortable including the questions and comments from innocent co-workers and passersby....like..."How long are you going to work before the baby comes?" "I'm surprised to see you here today." "When's the due date again?" "You don't look like your that far along." The list could go on. This is just a venting blog today. All in all, I'm ready...at least I think I am. I've forgotten the horrible sleep patterns and the fatigue you can feel in your throat. It's weird how you can remember painful parts, but you can't truly conjure up the real feeling of the pain.

I don't think I would have become so impatient waiting at this point in the game, except that on Sunday I had real, true contractions for long enough that I thought we might be heading to the hospital soon. Now that everything has calmed down and there are no more exciting contractions, I'm disappointed. And that probably has a lot to do with my mood right now.

Not much longer. Not much longer. Not much longer.

Nesting??

I have made pillows, curtains, basket liners, a changing pad cover, a crib skirt, and diapers. I think we're just about ready for the arrival of the newest Mosley member. We have about 3.5-4 weeks left until her arrival and we're all getting excited. Today Breck and Meric played in the new baby's room reading books that I've put on her shelf and singing songs to her on the video camera. It was cute to me, at least.

The snow day today was excellent and even better is that we have another one tomorrow. I know how silly we will feel tomorrow when we're headed to Target for an outing because we have cabin fever, but I'd MUCH rather be safe than risk anybody's life trying to get to school on icy roads.

I am also very excited to have a new camera and now I can actually post pictures on my blog. Now...if only I'll make the time to blog. (As if anyone even reads this.)

Breck and Meric enjoying the first snowflakes of 2011.

HO! HO! Hum! Merry Giftmas!

I both love and hate shopping for toys at Christmas time. And yes, we've had Halloween and so now it's officially considered "Christmas time". The stuff I love--decorating, putting up the tree, the stockings, the smells, just the season. I love how the church seems to warm up and how the candles glow and all the traditions. And for the most part I LOVE getting to play Santa Claus. But it just seems that the more I try to pick out things for my kids, the more I realize they don't need anything. Which brings me to what I don't like.

I don't like how bratty my kids seem all of a sudden with their ever-growing list of "wishes". They get to the point of listing a mountain of things I already know they won't truly enjoy 10 hours after the festivities and I'm left with only 2 or 3 items they would actually enjoy. Which I would be fine with, but my wife thinks they should have a bigger fanfare on Christmas morning, like we did when we were kids.

How do other people handle Christmas? How do you get to the point where the kids get just enough without going overboard both with money and with the amount of toys?