Christmas festivities 2011

He had so much fun decorating the "Tuss-muss" tree, he kept asking to do it again for days.

When we got to Grandma and Grandpa Noall's house, they had one for him to decorate himself, with unbreakable ornaments. I wish I'd gotten a picture of it--after he was done, it was very bottom-heavy. So cute. :)

I like this picture.

He had a bow on each shoulder, and of course, this is the closest I got to capturing it--him removing the second one. :)

Jamie had a Thomas the Tank Engine/Sesame Street themed Christmas. On Christmas Eve, he got to open his Elmo slippers. We and Grandma and Grandpa each got him a new Thomas "set"--tracks with different themes, kind of--and Janelle got him a Thomas jigsaw puzzle that came in a cool tin lunch box thing. He also got some nice clothes from Grandma and Grandpa, and his first real Legos from Uncle Justin.




I also got a very exciting new toy for Christmas:

The Silhouette Cameo!!!

Jason faked me out so good. He totally made me think I was getting something else, though I had no idea what. I was so shocked when I opened it!

This isn't actually a picture of mine--I've only used it once on a test run. I'm waiting to get the vinyl and other stuff I ordered. (Plus I hardly know where to start, after wanting one for 2+ years!) So now I just need to bust that baby out and get to work creating! There are definitely "Big Brother" and "Little Brother" t-shirts in my near future.

One of Auntie Janelle's and Jamie's favorite things to do together while we were there was "flipping" on the couch or a bed. This boy LOVES to jump, flip, throw himself over and off of stuff, etc., so he was in his element.

Overall, it was a very nice Christmas spent with family. I know Jamie had a great time and got tons of love! Now we're glad to be home, getting ready for Jason to start a new semester and entering my third trimester.

Speaking of which, I've made a decision that would never have crossed my mind when I was pregnant with Jamie. I've decided to at least attempt a natural, no-drug birth, and I've switched to a midwife. I'm even planning on doing some laboring in water, which is supposed to cut the pain in half, at least.

The reason I would do such a crazy (I would have thought so up until a couple months ago) thing?

A lot of it is what I learned from watching this incredible movie:



I have a friend who had an all-natural, at-home birth recently, and she recommended this movie to me. After she told me how wonderful the home birth was, and after I heard from her husband (who is your average lawyer who works a lot) how nice, peaceful, and family-oriented it was, I decided to watch this movie.

Quite honestly, I felt like I was enlightened and I'll never be able to go back. The movie is not about conspiracy theories; it puts forth good logic and statistics from respected, knowledgeable people (such as the former MD over maternity and pediatrics for the World Health Organization) who are suggesting that birth doesn't usually need a doctor, because it's not a sickness. My baby's birth will take place in a hospital, with all the medical interventions I could possibly desire nearby--if I need them. But unless I do, my baby's birth will be assisted by a Certified Nurse Midwife, and I'm so excited about that!

As usual, as verbose as I am, I still don't know how to describe exactly what I feel. But I prayed a lot about the feelings watching this movie inspired in me, and I've felt peace about going this route. A lot of the reasons are too personal to share here, but one way to put it is that I want this baby's birth to be personal, and I want nothing in the way of my being able to immediately bond with him. I also don't want to risk the possibility of any drugs that could hurt him or me.

Sound crazy? I don't blame you for thinking so. I'd been an epidural enthusiast since I had Jamie. All I can say is, watch the above preview if this is an area that interests you at all. And if you feel the slightest bit of intrigue, PLEASE take an hour or two of your life and watch the whole movie. (It's on Netflix instant queue, or I believe you can watch it on YouTube.) I've watched it three times and showed it to Jason. (As we were watching, he said, "I don't know why you want to know my opinion. Everything they're saying makes sense.") I'm so grateful for what I've learned--or really, just the perspective I've been able to switch to--since watching this.

And let me know if you do watch it. But please don't post any comments telling me it's not a good idea, or that I'll fail, even jokingly.

I'm also not knocking those who go the drugs route, so don't be offended if that's you. Heck, I did it, and I may end up doing it again, but it's important to me to try this for my own reasons.

Okay, that was a good tangent. But I've become rather passionate about this subject, and you know how that is--you want to convert others. :)

Hope everyone has a very happy new year!

'Bout time

...for an update. This will be long.

How was everyone's Christmas? Did December go by as quickly for you as it did for us? I can hardly believe it's nearly over already! Next year I need to start doing Christmas-y things early so they all get in there. We didn't even get a chance to go see the lights at the Mesa Temple! (Thankfully, I'm told they're up through January, so even though it will feel kinda funny, we can still go see them.)


I'm six months along now (though not quite, in this picture), and definitely bigger this time around. I seem to be carrying lower, and pants have become a problem. Even one of my pairs of maternity jeans from last time don't fit--they make my hips ache and throw my back or something out of alignment! My first choice of pants these days are Jason's pajama pants. Ugh. Three more months is looking long and uncomfortable from that perspective, though maybe a little too soon in regard to all the changes little No-Name will bring.

Still no real prospects on a name for this little man. We've tossed a few around and looked at some websites and a baby-naming book, but nothing feels right yet. :( Suggestions welcome as long as you're not offended if we don't use it. :) I like names that aren't too common, but not too weird either.

I'm wondering if this baby will be a bit calmer than his older brother. I'm not sure why I think that, though, considering that he's still plenty wiggly. I don't know how he manages it, but he seems to be able to dig way down into BOTH of my hips at the SAME time!

Jamie is doing really well. His vocabulary and ability to formulate sentences seems to improve by leaps and bounds all the time. When we were at Jason's parents' house for Christmas, Uncle Justin was tickling him, and Jamie very clearly said, "Hey, don't tih-toe my feet." Other than asking him to put a "please [pees]" in there, we were proud. He still talks in third person a lot ("Hey, wait for Jamie!" "Jamie no wahn go nigh-night!" "Jamie wahn some tan-dee!"), but that's improved also.

He also likes books a lot more than he used to, which is great. I started cutting back on the amount of TV he watches, and it has helped so much with his obedience, his moods, and just the general peace in our house. He's learned to find other things to do, and he doesn't even ask for TV very much anymore.


Speaking of "other things," jigsaw puzzles are Jamie's current obsession. There are usually between two and six of them out on the table. He's up to ones with 50 pieces, and he's really good at them. Every day, puzzles, puzzles, puzzles.

(I had to pretend to burp to get this face.)

One of his most exciting accomplishments is potty-training! He's doing really great at keeping his big-boy underwear dry all day, most of the time. He has gone #2 in the potty once, but now always goes in the diapers we put on him for bed- and naptime. We're not worried, though; he'll get there, and this is a huge improvement over just two or three weeks ago. Thanks to my sis-in-law, Michelle, for giving us the idea (and the courage) to just put him in underwear all day so he could feel wetness. It's worked great!

I'm remembering a high school newspaper convention that my journalism class went to in my senior year, half because it was in Anaheim and we could go to Disneyland (remember, Crys?), where we had our paper critiqued and learned that graphics make something news-y much more readable. I apologize. I need more pictures. Maybe tomorrow I'll take some to match the subjects of all this text.

Okay, I'm not so great at this--to go back a bit, here are a few highlights from our trip to Nor Cal for Thanksgiving. (I did put pictures up on Facebook right away. It's just so much easier to do on there...)

Okay, this is before we left. I made these, and both cost me less than $3 (with plenty of leftover stuff). I really like how they turned out. I barely finished them a day or two before we left, so next year they'll feel fresh and new.

The group of us, after the meal had been eaten and we had somewhat digested, just before we headed to the Cox-side-of-the-family dessert get-together. I asked my parents to let me take a picture of them at some point, too, but it never happened.

The lone picture I took at the get together--Jamie on Ali's toy horse. I really am a total slacker about taking pictures a lot of the time...

On Saturday, we headed up to Apple Hill again with Rob, Michelle, Conner, and Michelle's dad, her sister Keri, and her two little girls, Corrinne and Lily (Lily's the little one).

Un-toe Rob and Jamie, waiting for the horsey rides to open

Oh my goodness, Jamie loooooved his pony ride.

See that grin?
(He threw a total fit when his ride was over.)

Both of us who drove up (I drove my parents' car and Keri drove hers) left our lights on by accident because it had been really foggy down in the valley. Fortunately my parents' battery didn't die, so it was available for jumping Keri's, which did. (It was no big deal, and I enjoyed getting to see how jumper cables work. And the men enjoyed being manly. :))

How about we leave it there for this post? It's taken me all day to get just this much done. I started this morning, did a little more in the afternoon while Jamie napped--or rather, I heard him start talking and yelling from his bed almost as soon as I sat down, and I shamelessly let him sit in there for ten or fifteen minutes so I could do a little more--and now Jason is getting Jamie ready for bed. (I had to sit down. I was standing in the kitchen forever putting together chicken enchiladas and my legs are tired.)

December/Christmas post, hopefully with three, count 'em, THREE videos coming next!

Beach Bums

For the Fourth of July weekend, we decided to go to Jason's parents' house, since they live only about four hours away and it's always fun to spend holidays with family...especially family who spoils you. :D

Jason's sister, Janelle, whom we hadn't seen since last Thanksgiving, was visiting from Utah, too! Once Jamie warmed up to her a bit, he loved "Annie [auntie] Jell"--she was so awesome about playing with him, talking to him, entertaining him, etc.

(I think it's so funny that Jamie now has an "Auntie Jell" and an "Auntie Shell"--Michelle, my brother's new wife. And his grandmas' names are Cheryl and Carel, his papa's name is Robert and so is my brother's--what's next?)

Jamie's pretty good at getting these flip-flops on, but sometimes he misses the finer points (like which one goes on which foot).

Cheryl found a great deal for a hotel room in San Diego, right near Sea World and the beach, so the five of us--Robert couldn't go :( --took off on Friday, ready for adventure. We stopped at the hotel to eat our packed lunch, then hit the beach for Jamie's very first time!

I think Jamie had more fun in the sand than the water, by far. He had Auntie playing with him, and that water really was cold. I think the waves intimidated him some.

After the beach, Cheryl made us dinner back at the hotel (a Marriott Residence Inn--do you know about those, that they have a real kitchenette, cookware to use, dishwasher, etc? Plus a sitting room and a closed-off bedroom. It was so awesome! Perfect family-traveling!) while we took turns showering. Then we went to Sea World for a little while, because Cheryl had gotten 2-day passes online for the price of one-day tickets at the gate, and we thought we may as well take advantage. We tried the 3D Sesame Street movie (where they spray you with mist at a watery part, etc.), but it was too much for Jamie, and I took him out.

Next he and Daddy went on the "Elmo's Flying Fish" ride, and this was the best picture I got.

The last thing we did was go to the nighttime Shamu whale show, which was cool. There were lots of bright lights, music, and whale flips and tricks, of course. Whenever everyone clapped, Jamie clapped and yelled, "YAAAAAAY!!" He looked so cute in his little red hoodie, and loved the "beef shur." That means "big fish." Don't ask me why.

At the end, there were a few minutes of fireworks, which stopped in the middle, presumably because of the plane flying right through the spot.

I'm so glad I got to see the fireworks, because due to unlucky circumstances, we didn't get to see or set off ANY live ones on the actual 4th of July. :( :( (I'm still kind of pathetically sad about it. My pyro cousins and brother set certain expectations while I was growing up.)

The next day, Saturday, we went to Sea World again. Here's Jamie in front of a turtle display.

Inside a "polar bear cave." Auntie took Jamie up to a viewing window and they got an inches-away look at a mama polar bear. I wish I could have seen it, but I was just about through with the crowds by then and didn't want to fight everyone. After that, Jamie couldn't stop saying "bee {big} baer! Bee baer!" so Grandma got him one of his own, a nice soft one, that now lives in his bed.

This is one of my favorite pictures from the weekend. On Monday, Jason and I came back from visiting friends and found Jamie "helping" Janelle make this flag cake, and getting gloriously messy, of course.

Face, shirt, legs and hands are all frosting-covered.

Grandma ("Mah-ma") and Papa's laundry hamper--a perfect place to hide!

I never take enough pictures and always regret it later, so I shot this one of everyone lounging around just for the heck of it. I'm only sorry I never got "Papa" Robert in any.

Getting a little more use out of the sand toys

And, Jamie back home, being a goof, wearing a basketball hoop on his head, the net and one of my stretchy headbands around his neck, and Mah-ma's cute shoes on his feet. Oh, the material we'll have to show his dates someday!

We had Grandma's shoes at our house because she was there, too. We left Jamie at Grandma and Papa's house from Tuesday to Saturday so he could have a visit with them (it was so weird and awesome being alone for a few days, though we missed him--we got so much done), and Cheryl brought him down Saturday, then stayed with us a few days to watch him even more.

Jason and I both finally got some work with the company that hired us in May, and a lot of it overlapped or was at the same time, and we very much needed the money. So Cheryl so very kindly took charge of the kiddo for a few more days, and we ended up only having to leave him with friends for one day, which is important to us. The other days, we traded off between him and working. It's been crazy, and extremely tiring (the work requires constant standing on cement floors), and we're glad it's over for awhile, but we are SO grateful for the money we were able to earn!

A couple more funny stories: yesterday in church after we sang the closing hymn, as soon as the music stopped, Jamie yelled, "YAAAAY!!" just like at the whale show. :) (We don't clap or shout during the worship services of our church.)

This morning he was so quiet in his bed, we went to get him--and found that he had gotten ahold of Vicks Baby Rub, and proceeded to rub it in his hair, all over his sleeper, his hands, his blankets, and his bed. The little tub was completely gone, and I hope the bath he cried through was worth the fun I'm sure he'd had.

And on a side note, can I just say I'm so proud of my hubby, who got up at 4-stinkin-45 a.m. this morning to get some exercise by swimming laps with our friend Matt, and has committed to do it every morning?

And yes, there's a 4:45 in the morning, too. I know, I was stunned.

California, weddings, new diets, hangings-out

Oh yeah, and I had a birthday in there. Good times.

So I haven't written in a month, and thought I should make up for it. Hahaha. This is another really long post. Guess I just can't change my wordy nature.

Wedding

Well, we went to California for Rob and Michelle's wedding, and it was great.

Ummm.... didn't actually think they'd come out tiny like this. This must be because I'm not officially friends with their photographer on Facebook, and they come straight from her page. Well, you get the jist...

Flowers

Lol. I've been telling anyone who'll listen that I got to make this bouquet for Michelle, along with the boutonnieres, and she and I made the bridesmaids' bouquets together (mostly her). Facebook friends are, I'm sure, sick of hearing about it, but I just cannot tell you how much I enjoyed doing that for her. I wasn't sure I could do it, and except for a couple of mistakes, I did! I did some careful planning and tried to think how I'd put all the components together, tried to do it carefully, had to do some trial and error, and it worked!

Amazing satisfaction and joy. That's what it was.

I wish I were an author so I could express my feelings better. It means the world to me when people tell me I did a good job, but it's not just showing off--the discovery of a skill I proved to myself I do have, if not in a great degree, at least some?

Anyway. Babbling now. You'll just have to take my word for it. :)

Maybe I should have waited until I have access to big pictures? Probably.
There will be more then, anyway. For now, you can look at my Facebook page if we're friends on there.

So yeah, the wedding was stressful but fun. I can't believe how much I loved getting to play florist. I'm going to have to keep that filed away under "future possibilities." And did I mention how awesome it is to see a new family formed, and to see Rob & Michelle's happiness?

New Diet

We recently saw a very interesting documentary called "Fat Head" that's an answer to "Super Size Me," or rather a rebuttal. I highly recommend watching it; it's entertaining but also amazingly informative and thought-provoking. Jason and I and our two good friends, Matt and Jina, watched it together on the Netflix instant queue and have been talking about it a lot ever since.

A quick summary would be that America in general has been fed a load of "bologna," as comedian and former health writer Tom Naughton, the producer and star of the film, calls it: basically, fat is not the enemy, if it's a good kind of fat. Americans consume WAY too many carbohydrates (i.e., grains--maybe they're not as healthy as we think, even whole wheat and such) and too much sugar, not to mention processed fats like corn oil that aren't found in nature, and this is what's making us fat. Exercise also plays an important part, of course.

Jason, Matt and Jina were all so intrigued by it that they've been cutting their carbs way back--Jason and I bought bacon for the first time in I don't know how long, and I don't know what we'll do with all the breakfast cereal he's now spurning--and all three of them say that they feel amazingly better, energetic, light, etc., and that they've lost weight. I haven't been following it as closely, but I'm very intrigued, and I would love to hear any other opinions. If you have Netflix, again, you can watch it instantly. I'm going to try a little harder on it this week, and I'll let you know if we see some big results.

Jamie

Jamie has been kind of up and down lately, moody/fussiness-wise, but that's better than just being down. All in all, he's such a sweet and loving little guy, pretty obedient for the most part. The last few days when I've gone in to wake him up, he scrambles up as soon as he hears the door open, yells "Hi!!" and then says "Hi, mama!" He's talking up a storm now, and has become a little parrot, repeating practically everything we say. He loves crayons ("shash" -- he doesn't make "cuh" sounds yet), coloring books ("a-gur buh"), chocolate milk a.k.a. Instant Breakfast to fatten him up ("ah-get mill"), and smoothies ("bwadnah" -- no idea where he got that).

Some things he says very clearly, and he'll surprise me when he points to something and names it, and I don't know how he learned it, like "sweatshirt." He picks up on things even when we don't specifically go over it. He can say "shirt," "shorts," "knees," "elbow," and lots of other words clear as a bell. Oh, and the coolest thing is that since I made a sign with his name on it for his door, thanks to Sesame Street, he now can spell his name when you ask him to! He knows LOTS of letters and loves to say them whenever he sees them.

*****Just noticed the cat batting intently at something on the carpet. Went to investigate and found an earwig, NOT a scorpion. YAY. They haven't been as much a problem this year, so far.******

He likes to pray. We coach him, and he's gotten so he knows the rhythm, inserting things before we can tell him. It basically goes (our prompts, his repeat in brackets if they're different), "Father {fah-vor}, Please {meese} bless {bess} us. Thank you {beh-boo} for today {day}. Love mama, love dada, love Jesus {gee-gee}" and here's where he usually says "Gee-gee, a-main!" for "in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

It's precious beyond belief, is what it is.

Jamie also likes to sing--He likes the la-la la-la la's of this classic song:



If I try to sing any other part of the song, he says, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" "What?" "La la laaa!" and then joins in the la-la's with me.

He also likes this classic LDS children's song:



Tradition goes that children in Primary bounce in their seats on the "-beam" parts of the song. We jump at our house. So during and after our singing, Jamie jumps around, going "suh-BING! Suh-BING!"

Jamie also loves nursery. He calls it "bubbo-zing" because he likes the bubbles they blow and singing time.

Life-Changing Challenge

A few years ago, President Gordon B. Hinckley, who was the prophet and president of our church at the time, asked the entire membership to read the Book of Mormon straight through before the end of the year--and I believe it was sometime in August when he said that. When he issued that challenge, in this {article}, he said:

"Without reservation I promise you that if each of you will observe this simple program, regardless of how many times you previously may have read the Book of Mormon, there will come into your lives and into your homes an added measure of the Spirit of the Lord, a strengthened resolution to walk in obedience to His commandments, and a stronger testimony of the living reality of the Son of God."

In May, the bishopric of my ward issued a similar challenge that they felt was what our ward needed, to read the Book of Mormon in 100 days. Since then, though I'm way behind, I've been trying very hard to at least read some every day. I have a very small BOM in my purse, and I've been pulling it out to read in waiting rooms, airport terminals while waiting to board, etc., while also trying to get my reading time in at home on a regular basis.

I wanted to share with you that the Book of Mormon has truly brought " into [our] home an added measure of the Spirit of the Lord" that has been noticeable, and wonderful. I know I've complained a lot about Jamie and what a handful he is on here, and how incredibly frustrated and even angry I get. I would get that way kind of a lot, to be honest. I wasn't happy with the kind of mother I was most of the time.

But since I've started reading the Book of Mormon, which I believe is scripture and another testament of Jesus Christ, a companion to the Bible, the difference has been staggering. Of course he still frustrates me at times, but my patience and love have increased tenfold, at least. Our home is so much more peaceful and loving, and when there is a flare-up, it's usually followed by a quiet and sincere apology, from me or Jason. I have felt much less pull toward things that don't invite the Spirit of the Lord, and I've felt so much more desire to be like Christ, and obey His commandments.

Now, when I put Jamie to bed at night, instead of dumping him in his crib because I just can't take him anymore, or quickly singing a song while being annoyed the whole and then going out and laying on my bed full of frustration for the demands he places on me, and wondering how I'll get through another day, I'm happy to be with him. If he needs something, I want to figure out what it is, instead of just being annoyed that he's bugging me. I tell him night-night and I love him, he snuggles in his bed and tells me "Nigh-nigh" and "sher-sher {love you} Mama" multiple times, and I close the door so full of love and gratitude for my son, it almost hurts. I can't tell you how much better this way is, and how much happier I've been.

I know I take a long time to explain things; I just want so much to get my feelings across accurately, and it's not easy. But I want to testify to anyone who reads this that reading the Book of Mormon with a pure heart and real intent will bring you closer to Christ, and make you so much happier and more peaceful. It really is that simple.

I've felt for a couple of days now that I needed to share this--if it's doing so much good in my life, it only makes sense to want others to experience it, too.

I might be getting high off paint fumes...

I opened the sliding glass door to the porch and am sitting with a breeze blowing on me (hello, Arizona in January!), but it's still bad. I guess spraying the clear coat on the picture frame I just painted INSIDE was a bad idea...

Anyway, it's late and I shouldn't be doing this, but I'm not in the mood to go to bed. So here's over a month's worth of pictures, including holidays and vacation. Ready?

Christmas goody preparations underway...I probably went a little overboard, but I love giving.

Anyone want the recipe for those Butterscotch Cashew Bars? I assure you they are sinfully, ridiculously delicious!

This is why I didn't send Christmas cards, even email ones. In Jamie's defense, he was dying to go to the nearby playground, but we couldn't let him because he'd been circumcised a few days earlier and was not allowed on play equipment for two weeks. (And looking again, Jason and I look dorky in this one anyway, so whatever. :))

See the feet poking out of there--one with slipper on, one without?

He reminds me of some sort of bird here.

These are flat iron travel pouches that I made--I gave the pink one to my sister-in-law, Janelle, for Christmas. I actually keep my awesome flatiron in mine all the time, because I live in fear that it will break. (It's expensive, and it was a gift.)

You can find the tutorial for this here at Crap I've Made.

Jamie seems to know that no picture is complete without him in it :)

Salem enjoyed having us home at my parents', for obvious reasons.

Christmas morning--stockings

(That's all. Sorry, I'm not great at picture-taking on holidays.)

We called this "Jamie's Wonderland." On this particular day (after Christmas), we had my twin cousins, Emily and Celeste, over to knit with my mom; Rob and Conner over to play Wii with Jason; Liz and Ali (alias Lexi) over to play with Jamie and me, and Aunt Colli even stopped by at one point! It was great!

This would be my son...NOT sharing. Look at that face. Sheesh.

Every once in awhile, Ali and Jamie would hug--and out came the cameras, with us telling them to do it again and again, trying to get a good shot. :) (Hey Liz, did you get any better than mine? Could you email them to me?)

Muah!
This one actually is on the brink of disturbing me...just a little. Lol.

Michelle and Rob with Jamie

The Lemon Meringue Pie I baked for my dad as his Christmas present--check out the recipe on my recipe blog if you're interested. (I'm not a pie person, but dang, it was good.)

Just for the gross-out factor: this is what it looked like when we came home.

Be really, really glad you can't communicate smells over the internet.

Ugh, just looking at it has me remembering...

We were the lucky recipients of a like-new, comfy loveseat! Our friend's sister got a new one because this one acquired a big ol' ink stain (and the person who caused the stain paid for a new loveseat, having been warned previously not to leave his pen there). She was nice enough to offer this to us for free! We used some AMAZING cleaner, and you can barely tell it was ever there!

P.S. As Jason just looked over my shoulder and noted, the loveseat looks "schlumpy" in this picture taken with my crappy camera, but in reality it's very nice and new-looking.

We're up to the present! This...

...was used for THIS! We bought a white board to write down goals, to-dos, and...well, read the magnets for yourself. :) I really like how they came out, and that I could make my own after seeing "days of the week" ones at Target for like FIVE DOLLARS that weren't even as cute as mine are. They're a tad time-consuming, but really easy.

And, finally, the offending frame...

...and the finished project.
Maybe.
It's kind of a lot of black. That might change.
Anyway, see how the letters are 3-D? Hard to tell, I know.
Tutorial here, with better pictures.

I'm happy because the frame was one of those uber-cheap, maple-looking ones from WalMart, that I simply sanded and painted. I think it came out really nice, and though the sanding is a pain in the neck, it's a much cheaper alternative than actually buying a nice frame. :)

Did you stay with me for all of that? If so, I'm impressed...and flattered!
I seriously feel better now that I'm caught up, so I guess I can go to bed now. Lol. Blogging is such an addiction. Goodnight!