8 Month Old Fur Baby

Yesterday Baby K turned 8 months old.
Your laugh my little one is an outpouring joy that is contagious.

Your constantly in motion. I try to make you sit still for one picture but you choose to sit in the cheerleading position. You aren't crawling yet... you are more of a scooter.

You get stronger and stronger every day. I think it's all the stage 2 baby foods you like to eat. Oh and did I mention you have now graduated to size 2/3 in diapers!

My heart pumps faster and faster as the love I have for you spreads through my veins like wildfire. All you have to do is smile. Those dimples, those gums (oh you don't have ANY teeth yet), those beautiful eyes.... you have my heart. It beats a little stronger when you are around.

You think your daddy is pretty silly when he is playing and being goofy with you.
You talk to me and although it's babble.... I think you are telling me all about it.

and you like to tell him about it too.

Now, my sweet Baby K, we are getting ready to share our first New Years together. Since the day I saw a plus sign.... my life changed for the better.... my future became you.

Happy New Years!

Out with the Old and In with the NEW!

My mom and sister just left and look...

It's CLEAN!
I knew some of you were a little worried about me yesterday and if you are my facebook friend then you probably know what happened with my dog. In short, Sam ate a poopy diaper on top of all the other mess. So supposedly he had been doing this for sometime. I found, under our bed, a massive amount of dried up pee diaper jellies (the little jellies in the diapers, know what I'm talkin about?) It was a nightmare.

The poo, the pee, the dust, the dirt the mess... is gone. My mother is a life saver and now we are ready to start the NEW YEAR off right in a sanitary home.

I got so caught up in my messy house that I didn't do an 8 month post yesterday for Baby K! She turned 8 months yesterday. 8 whole months. I can't believe it. Since I'm late... the 8 months post will come in 2010.

So tonight we are going to our friends, the Farmers's, home to ring in the New Year. I don't think we will be making it for the drop of the ball, but we are at least going to go for a little bit, which brings me to the resolution question. What are you New Years resolutions?

I love how New Years is like a timer that resets at 0 and we all get a chance to start over, be better and change our lives for the good.

So for my resolutions....

Mine are boring. Some cliche. Some shallow. Nothing deep.

Here they are- short and sweet.

-Out with the non-exercising Brit. In with the active P90xer/runner Brit.

-Out with the junky eating habits. In with the healthy eating habits.

-Out with the messy house. In with the clean home.

-Out with the junky clutter. In with the organization.

-Out with the bad. In with the good.

2009 was such an amazing year because I got to meet my beautiful daughter and now my future is her. Thank you Lord for the many blessings you have poured out on me and my family.

Here's a goodbye to 2009 and to 2010... may it be a year of abundant blessings, hope, joy and love to you and yours!

Cheers!

Cleaning and Scrubbing...

...can wait til' tomorrow

For babies grow up,

we've learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs.

Dust go to sleep.

I'm rockin' my baby.

And babies don't keep.

by: Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Help! I'm drowning in my own filth plus I started taking down decorations and now I just have one giant disaster!

p.s. In the midst of the mess, Sam decided to eat a pound of chocolate covered almonds. Then I had to pour peroxide down his throat to make him throw it up (he also threw up a baby spoon!!!!), but I didn't realize that too much peroxide can make dogs drunk. After several calls to the vet, I am exhausted from monitoring his breathing all night, but the good news... he's ALIVE!!!!!!

Reminiscing

As 2010 quickly approaches, I took the time to take a look back at our lives through blogworld. I am bringing attention to some of my favorite posts along with some monumental moments in our lives. Take a look back with us and remember or check some of the posts out if you are new to our blog!

Yes, it's our life in a nutshell....from the beginning.

Things you should NEVER say to a pregnant woman.

Ice Storm in our old house.

The bigger the hair, the closer to Jesus.

Baby K's 3d/4d ultrasound.

Baby K was almost born in Wal-mart.

First Baby Shower

Second Baby Shower

Pre-eclampsia

Dandelion

Baby K's nursery

5 days to be a Mom

A Prayer for Kennedy

Off to the hospital.

My labor story.

I'm a mom... now what?

Our love story.

Our New House.

Hero.

Photo montage of K's birth

My faith.

1st Halloween

1st Thanksgiving

1st Christmas

Wow! What a year 2009 was! I think it was probably the best year of my life. I hope you can say the same.

It's Over.

It's over. Although we are still sporting our decorations... Baby K's FIRST Christmas is officially over. Sigh. I know most of you have read about a bazillion recaps on other blogs... so this is another one. Our recap of Kennedy Brooke's first Christmas.

We headed over the mountains and through the woods to my hometown on Christmas Eve. We first celebrated with my maternal grandparents at their house where I snapped the above photo.
and this photo.
and this one. These are my mom's parents and the grandchildren PLUS ONE great grand-child that was in attendance. We definitely were missing a few.

The children all exchanged gifts and then the adults exchanged gag gifts. It was a hoot. I never thought I would live to see so many of my elder family members wearing underwear over their clothing... it was interesting and hilarious and I'm glad we were all able to be together and laugh and make so many wonderful memories.

So we got stuffed there and then we had a second Christmas Eve get together with my dad's side of the family at my great aunt's house. K has two cousins that are a little older than her, Grant and Grace that she got to watch and play with. We ate again and the kids exchanged gifts. Baby K spent her very first Christmas very much like I spent my first Christmas....so special! I love the family traditions that we are starting with her!

We stayed at my parents house where we were sure to put out our milk and cookies for Santa. Unfortunately we were up ALL night long it seemed. K just does not sleep well out of her own home... or maybe she was up trying to see Santa...or maybe it was the punch that we let her try that was griping her belly?

We still were excited for Baby K to open her presents on Christmas morning even though we were exhausted. She loved the paper more than the gifts and she was totally overwhelmed and still a little sleepy. She was kind of slow so we had to help her a little.
Can you tell she didn't quite get her nap out?

Fisher Price and Playskool and Vtech, OH MY! I think she got just about every toy in her age group that she didn't already have but she was too tired to care.
Can you tell her mommy and daddy were tired too? The sleepy eyes say it all.

Besides my macbook from Dave, Santa gave me a Kate Spade purse(my first actually), two new pair of Coach tennis shoes, two new track suits, a Petunia Picklebottom cake clutch (If you are a mommy or mommy-to-be check out their site), some Pandora earrings, VS bras and panties (desperately needed), some new Uggs, a Clarisonic cleansing brush (please no more acne), and P90X (please no more fat/double chin/dimples/flab... oh I could go on and on and on.) Oh Santa... you gave me a little extra this year since you knew I experienced labor and new mommyhood didn't you? Thank you Santa. I am so grateful!

Here is the aftermath from all of our unwrapping. Dave got lots of cool things for our basement which is slowly morphing into a University of Kentucky game room. Poor Dave though, all of the clothing items he got were not the right size. Oops, Brit told Santa the WRONG sizes. That's a pretty bad mistake! Oh well... now he gets to go and exchange and shop for himself.

Dave and I also got ourselves a trip to Florida right before Baby K turns 1. I can't wait!

But out of all of the gifts this year..... this

was the best.
After a morning nap... she was back up and ready to celebrate her FIRST Christmas.

So we got ready.
Tried out a new big girl hair style-a swoop to the side- and headed back to my great aunt's house for a Christmas dinner. I think I gained 20 lbs... I'm not exaggerating.

Smiling with daddy Dave.
Not smiling with mommy. I have decided this is because when I take the picture I can get her to smile and Dave can't....it's not that she doesn't like taking pictures with her mom... nope... instead... it's that she doesn't like her dad taking the picture.

She was pretty exhausted after all of the action and this pictures shows it!

But the next day was the best because she got to do nothing but play and play and play with ALL of her new toys!

We had a GREAT time celebrating Baby K's very FIRST Christmas, spending time with family and most importantly celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And did I already mention that this year was especially special because it was our FIRST Christmas with our precious baby girl? Oh I guess I did already. (insert the smiley face)

All that's left are the decorations that must be taken down...anyone wanna come help me? I hate un-decorating. I just don't want to procrastinate too long and look like the tacky house that leaves their decorations up all year long which very well could happen at this house! ha

It's over. Oh Christmas... we loved to see you come, but we hate to see you go.

Can You Guess What I Got?

Hint #1
Hint #2
Hint #3
Hint #4 which was also a pretty good hint to start using another gift... P90x.

Hint #5
Hint #6
Hint #7
Hint #8
Hint #9

And that's all the hints I got....

I hope everyone had a GREAT Christmas!

Starting P90x tomorrow... I may be too sore to type.

It was NOT a silent night....

I just watched this and cried. Such lowly beginnings for such a mighty King. I've heard the nativity story from the Bible a million times, but this year it's different. After knowing the pain of labor.... I can't imagine what Mary and Joseph went through in that cold and dirty stable full of animals instead of doctors and nurses.

May we all reflect upon the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

*Make sure to turn off the playlist at the bottom of my blog so you can hear!



but the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move
-Andrew Peterson

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given, and he shall be called...
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6

May you be blessed abudantly this season.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! from Dave, Brit and Baby K.

HOHOpHObia

It all began back in 1985 -the year of The Facts of Life, Breakfast Club, big hair, Brat Pack, Peewee Herman to name a few- when my uncle decided to dress up like Santa at Christmas. I didn't know it at the ripe old age of about 2 1/2 months but somehow, someway my experience with sitting on Santa's lap would warp my childhood state of mind and lead to a mental illness into adulthood that I like to call... HOHOpHObia.

Clearly I was not as adorable as K on my first Christmas and clearly my uncle is way too skinny and that felt beard is just not doing it to even resemble the real Santa. Plus, does he look jolly to you? No. Which brings me to my next point.... most Santa Clauses that I have met are not jolly.

Like this one. Behind all that white synthetic hair wrapped across his face, he clearly is uncomfortable with a screaming baby on his lap. Mom, would you want to sit on some sweaty, fat (or in this instance stuffed) man that is covered in white hair? Ew. no. Well, neither did I.

It took me a whole year to get over the first actual memory of Santa and then BAM. You did it to me again, mom. This Santa is not even pretending to be happy. His evil glare screams "I hate my life" and I am clearly ticked at my mom for making this combination possible for a Polaroid to sit on the shelf.

Apparently cone head Santa didn't do the trick either. If I had been big enough I would have ran away as fast I could. There is something so sad about placing an innocent, defenseless child on a strange man's lap and making them pretend to be happy, and it's even creepier they tell you that he's always watching, knows where you live and sneaks into your house while your sleeping! Sounds like a stalker to me! But alas... another year passes and....

Mom takes me to K Mart (looks to me like the underwear/tshirt aisle... which makes it even weirder) where the Santa's rosacea looks more like drunkenness and not jolliness. And bribery? Really? Mom, the purple Bubble Yum does not make me want to have a Christmas party on this man's lap. Geez.

So mom finally waits a few more years...thinking things will change....boy did they ever.

Besides the fact that my bangs went from straight to poofy and I grew and Santa has a nicer non-Kmart background and a better synthetic beard, well I actually enjoyed this St. Nick sitting.

and this one. (Please notice the Christmas shoes!)

and this one.

and this one.

Yes Santa, I have been a good girl and yes mom, I am posing just the way you want.

Okay...maybe we're getting a little too old for Santa's lap? (P.S. tacky Christmas sweater #1)

Goodbye poofer bangs. Ummmm.... WAY too old. My braces and tacky Christmas sweater #2 say it all.

This year I act like I want to do this with my sister but I think there was something else behind it. (Notice tacky Christmas sweater #3). I spent the first part of my childhood petrified of Santa and the second half, I felt like I had to prove to all that I was not freaked out by Santa... no it was quite the opposite... I looooooooooooovvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeddddddddd Santa. (What a creepy kid I was!) I mean I must have planned this awesome Christmas outfit a year in advance.

Oh Santa, nothing... not even my suede vest and your synthetic beard... I mean nothing will keep us apart.

The leopard, the training bra, the preteen sitting on Santa's right knee... oh mom... why? I think if Santa didn't look like a burly woman with a stone face underneath all that costume he would have asked me for my number.

After this picture was taken I was banned by all the malls and Kmarts in the world from sitting on Santa's lap... it was getting uncomfortable for the workers and people passing by.

HOHOpHObia. I thought I was over it. I thought it was a problem of the past.... then I had Baby K and my self control is being tested once again. As K sat on his lap for the first time and the woman taking the picture told me to get in with my baby... I resisted the urge and politely said no... although all I wanted to do was jump in Ho Ho's lap and assure to him that I had been a very good girl.

*HOHOpHObia*-a reprehensible fear of sitting in Santa's lap as a young child that causes loss of breath, screaming, crying and insecurities which lead to the desire to never stop sitting in Santa's lap once you overcome the first phase of symptoms. The love for Santa that most children have as a young child does not show up until preteen-adulthood which makes it hard to grasp the facts of reality that there should be an age limit for sitting on Santa's lap.... at least in public.

Please Christmas day come and go so I and all other HOHOpHObia victims can be separated another year from this terrible madness. =)

HO! HO! HO! Merry Christmas!