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The Motivator.

I have to admit, I've really slacked on putting together baby girls nursery. Four months ago, I walked in her soon-to-be room I swore I would start taking everything down and make it semi-appropriate for a newborn to come home to. That obviously worked out well because here I am at 36+ weeks, and her room, although no longer a guest room/dumping ground for unused furniture, still isn't finished. I think I had Coles' nursery finished when I was 7 months pregnant! Where is that motivation I had 3 years ago? I was really beginning to question myself, when the most amazing thing arrived on my door step yesterday. Enter stage right...THE MOBILE, or as I like to call it "The Motivator!" My awesome friend Wendi had this beautiful mobile custom made for me. She even sent the woman the fabric I chose for her nursery, so she could match the ribbon and the butterflies perfectly. I'm totally in love with it, and hung it up right away. Her room might not be finished, but at least it's a start.

My new favorite picture...

No, it's not perfect, but he's smiling, which is something that is hard to capture on him these days. Is it because I'm constantly sticking the big camera in his face, or is it because I've reached the point in my pregnancy that getting him to smile isn't worth giving birth in the middle of a park while attempting to chase after him? Jury is still out on that one....

Crash course in photography.

Because the Smith household was struck down with the plague for nearly the entire month of November, we were unable to make our yearly trip to South Carolina for Thanksgiving. I was supposed to have maternity pictures done by my super cool "almost" sister-in-law when we got there, but since I was nearly hospitalized on Monday, we couldn't make the trip! Anyway, I still wanted to have at least one decent picture of myself instead of all the refection in the bathroom mirror belly shots. So, I asked my husband if he wouldn't mind giving it a shot. I have to say, I think he did a pretty good job with only a 30 second explanation of how my camera works! So here I am...30 weeks and counting!

Ready for the dirt track.

This year was the first year we took Cole trick or treating. He loved ringing the doorbells, saying "TICK O TEAT" to everyone who answered their door, and helping himself to the numerous bowls of candy. We also learned that Cole has no fear of strangers considering the number of houses he tried to walk into once the owners opened the door. Mental note...explain "Stranger Danger" to child. Anyway, here's a few pictures of our little Motocross rider. He wouldn't be photographed unless he was sitting on daddy's motorcycle---SHOCKER.

6lbs 3oz.

Baby Addison. I could have photographed her all day long, except she really didn't like having her picture taken.

Value of a dollar.

With the current state of our economy hovering somewhere around the proverbial toilet, I have to wonder what my two year old is picking up from all the recent news on television. As educational Disney Channel "might" be, I can only take so much before I'm bouncing around my kitchen singing the theme song to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Once that happens, I draw the line and turn on something else to drown out "OH TOODLES!" Recently, Cole has been obsessed with money--coins to be exact. He'll find a penny on the floor, and proceed to play with it (don't worry Mom, he just likes to put it in the back of his car and drive it around) or he likes to put them in his piggy bank. However, his obsession has started to become "criminal." The other day I caught him taking the loose change out of my wallet and counting it. I asked him what he was doing, and he told me "I want money!" What?!? Well honey, Mommy wants money too, but we don't go around taking money out of peoples purses (does he have a future in government, or what? HAHA)

Last night after we put Cole to bed at 8pm, he did his normal "get out of bed 5 times asking for random things so I can delay my bedtime as long as possible" dance. Normally he asks for water, cars, trucks, his bear, and the occasional Post It?? However, last night after being in bed for nearly 45 minutes he came out into the living room and very nicely said,

"Mommy, I want money!"

I told him that he could not have money in his bed, and that he needed to go to sleep.

"Mommy, money---Please!"

Again, I told him that he was not allowed to have money in his bed and proceeded to walk him back to his room.

"MOMMY---MONEY!!"

Looking at the clock it was nearly 9pm, and decided that this was a battle that I was not going to win. I remembered that I had a dollar in my back pocket so I pulled it out and handed it to him. Yes, I just paid my child to go to sleep...and you know what, it worked. Later on when I went to check on him before I went to sleep, I started to clean up the pile of cars, trucks and post it's from his bed. Right next to his hand was the dollar I had bribed him with. So I did what any loving mother would do in this situation. I picked it up, and stuck it in my back pocket--Something tells me I'm going to need to recycle it for tonight's bedtime routine.