Amelie needs a nap.

This morning we went to volunteer at Feed My Starving Children with Amelie and a bunch of our family. It was fun, Amelie was pretty happy most of the time. We all went to lunch afterwards and Ami missed her morning nap. She slept for 3 hours when we got home (actually, we all did). We did some Christmas shopping this evening and came home and put Amelie to sleep. She was still awake and didn't fall asleep until 11:13pm. Lesson learned. Don't skip her naps. You'll pay for it later.

None of us slept very well last night either. While I was at work she bumped her head. Her doctor recommended that we all sleep in the same room, and that we wake her up every few hours to check on her. The last time she was awake, she stayed that way for a couple of hours. She was also flailing around and I'm pretty sure slapping my face on purpose. She always grabs onto those little hairs at the sides of my forehead and pulls too. She's like, "wake up, let's play," even though it's 4 am. I cried when I got home and saw the bump. It looked a lot better today.



Abby and I dressed her up in Sammy's Santa outfit on Friday.



She can stand on her own. Also, yesterday she waved for the first time. She did it with her hand closed so it was more like she was shaking her fist at Abby and I, but she was making the motion.



I went to lunch on Wednesday and Thursday with friends from high school. I got a picture of her with my friend Stacie. She loved entertaining all the tables around us at both restaurants.


My lil sis and her boyfriend, Tovandy, are coming home from a far off land called Illinois for Christmas. Abby and I are going over to my moms to bake more cookies too.

Ty and I are trying to make some decisions about our wedding. It's really stressful and I don't want to do it. I guess thats why we have been engaged for a year already and haven't set a date in stone yet. Eloping is really starting to look good.

Christmas Cookies are making me fat.

I can't stop eating fudge and cookies. We went to my moms to make Christmas cookies on Sunday afternoon. She made fudge in the microwave. Best. Fudge. Ever. It makes you feel extra guilty though, when you have seen all the not-so-healthy ingredients that go into it. The babes played in the living room with the cookie cutters and Grandpa Jeff.

Then we went to my work holiday party. It was pretty fun. I got a great gift...homemade soaps and lotion. Amelie partied. She was real happy the whole time, her cheeks were super rosy. Her and Tyler went home around 9pm and I stayed until midnight.

We had a lovely Monday. We tried to find a Christmas tree but the place was closed, then we went to Busters for lunch. It was great. Tyler cut a hole in the garage door and climbed through to fix it. It got stuck shut. I watched from the kitchen window.

On Saturday night, this guy and, who I am assuming his girlfriend, came into the bar at 1:55 am. The lights were up, we were finished serving drinks, but I offered to give him a shot instead of the drink he requested. He got all upset with me about it. Like, because he came in at the last possible minute we were going to serve him a drink so he could loiter around while we were trying to empty the place out and clean up. Get real. He yelled at me, told me he was an engineer. He screamed at me, " I'm an engineer, I make $80,000 a year."

It is now my favorite catch phrase.

I took Amelie to the Quarry today too. I got a new pair of jeans. I guess I'll give them another chance. Typically, I hate jeans. I wish it was socially acceptable to wear sweatpants everywhere and for all occasions. I'll keep trying to start that trend.

This evening we got a Christmas tree, put on all the decorations, and had a nice crackling fire. Also, I made French Onion Dip Steak Sandwiches with Carrot and Broccoli Slaw. It was so so good.