Greetings

Well it's been awhile since I've been on here. Just so darn busy getting ready for Christmas. I've been thinking about all of you and hope all is well. If I get some time ,I'll be doing some catching up. Between visiting, running to the store, CLEANING (hah hah), baking and did I forget SHOPPING and spending way too much money :0)Ihaven't had much of a chance to breathe. But I'm looking forward to Christmas eve and our traditional get together. This year we will be hosting it and it will be much fun. One more stop tomorrow for some booze and we'll be set! That's after church of course. I have a feeling the stores will be wiped clean and we'll end up drinking from 40's of malt liquor on Christmas. You see here where I'm from, we don't have beer and wine in the grocery stores or TARGET! Must be nice those of you who do. You guys don't have to make a special trip. Diapers- check, milk- check, tampons- check, pregnancy test- check, and WINE- CHECK! Lucky for you! We'll I wish everyone a very merry, stress free and blessed Christmas or whatever it is that you celebrate this holiday season. Kiss your kiddos and hug them tight! XOXO

Can't seem to get it together

I can't find the time to blog and to keep my house clean. How many of you keep up with your housework daily? I want to know, who stays on top of laundry(folded and put away), kitchen floor, bathroom floor, tub, toilet, refrigerater, base boards, ceiling fans, clutter clearing, sorting through clothes, giving to good will... Who has a regular routine? Who doesn't? And not just because of blogging but other things like staying at home with your kids , running from here to there blah, blah, blah. You see my husband doesn't think I keep up with enough. He wants everything done. I can understand, I stay at home, I should do most housework. My house isn't dirty. It's just that some things I dont find as important as my husband does. I guess I should make things easier on myself come home right away after I drop Hailee and do some cleaning. Instead of heading to Starbucks or hooking up with a friend for lunch or whatever it is that I do. So please tell me. What do you guys do?

Making our gingerbread house

Making our gingerbread house
Originally uploaded by Ciao Bella.

Our finished product

Our finished product
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Man, did they want to eat this!

My Girls
Originally uploaded by Ciao Bella.

Gianna

Gianna
Originally uploaded by Ciao Bella.

Check out this Swirly-head hooded scarf we won from
Urban Baby Runway It's so warm & fuzzy! Don't mind her face in the picture. She's really just pissed that Swiper keeps bugging the hell out of Dora & Boots.

This is Gianna's brain

Gianna
Originally uploaded by Ciao Bella.

This is Gianna's brain on no nap, any questions?

Gianna NOOO nap
Originally uploaded by Ciao Bella.

May Cocoa R.I.P. 6/05- 12/01/06

Cocoa was Hailee's black bear hamster. He lived a long adventurous life. He was an escape artist and regularly would be missing from his cage for days, sometimes weeks. He survived many a jumps to the hard kitchen floor. He would come back from his expeditions, scrawny, malnourished and covered in dust. He would make long journey's up our steep steps to Hailee's room. One time I found him crawling up her pillow. Despite Aaron's remarks occasionally of "I wish that thing would die already" Cocoa was a survivor. He will be missed.


On another note. Last night I was so tired after I gave the girls a bath and dried them off. I told, what I thought was my youngest to lay down so I could diaper her. Grabbed her legs to slide the diaper under her bottem and realized it was my five year old Hailee. She said "Um mom, what are you doing?". I crashed out early to find both girls in bed with me and their daddy in the bottem bunk of their beds. Went downstairs to take the dog out and found TEN loads of laundry folded neatly in baskets. How sweet was that? Not to mention he came home earlier with a Dyson vacuum cleaner. He's scoring some big points lately. I guess I better have some wine tonight so I can get a little freaky deaky on his A@#.