New Years Eve

"I'm so excited I could poo." That's Eastie's motto du jour. Seriously, we've changed four poos in the 5 hours he's been awake. Must've been all that food he ate yesterday.

Easton finally got a full night's rest in last night and woke up nice and cheerful. He climbed into bed with us this morning like we usually do on days when Jason is home. Look how cute he is watching, "Elmo Potty" with Daddy...

Little snugglebug.

After breakfast we packed up all the Christmas stuff. Easton was not quite as helpful as you might hope. Oh well. It all got done. The key was to pack Easton away first...


Okay, not really but he did love playing in the totes of course. It's crazy to think that next year we'll have two little dudes getting in the way of the decorating and de-decorating.

E's down for his nap now like a good boy. No rock/bed/rock games today. Whew! After he gets up we're heading to this pizza/music joint where they do something called "Baby Boogie" every Sunday. A mom friend of mine told me about it and invited other mom friends for their special 3-6 New Year's Eve (and midnight on Pluto) Baby Boogie. We'll see how it is. I think they have music and some dancing for the tots. It'll be nice to just get out, even if it is during the Broncos game. I'm sure they've got TVs. Tonight I think Jason and I plan to watch the Will Ferrell NASCAR movie (not expecting much) and then hit the sack right after the ball drops. Of course I can only speak for myself there but it sounds like a good enough plan.

And, back to me and this pregnancy. Here is a pic of me at 31 weeks 1 day last pregnancy:

Yes, that is really me as the Stay Puft marshmallow. I can hardly recognize myself. Scary. Why didn't Jason and I pick up on something being wrong weeks before I looked like that? Sheesh.
Here's me at 31 weeks 1 day (today) this pregnancy:

I still look like me. Whew!

Okay dudes, that's all from our end. I'll chat you all up next year! Hardee har har!