As a continuation from yesterday, here are the reasons why BOB is a boy.
(And as far as we know, everything from the ultrasound yesterday looked great. Baby was a little stinker and didn't want to show his/her face--but with Darrell and I for parents, no one will really be surprised if baby has a strong stubborn streak. More details--and pictures!--later this week.)
--In the past three years, lots of babies have been born to female co-workers of mine. Four ladies in the English/Spanish department all had girls; three ladies in the math/science department all had boys. Another boy was had by a SPED teacher. Since what I do falls mostly in the math area, but is also all-encompassing like a SPED teacher, I should follow their pattern of having boys.
--The Chinese Gender Chart says so.
--Darrell is a first-born son. Darrell's dad is a first-born son. Darrell's paternal grandfather is a first-born son. It only makes sense that he would father a first-born son.
--The first collegiate soccer teammate (from my graduating class) to have a kid had a girl. The next had a boy in September, and a third is due with a girl later in December. A boy would keep the pattern going.
--My good friend Tim said so (and, if you must know, Tim considers himself something of a god-figure, so maybe there is some actual legitimacy to his claim. Probably not, but it's still fun to pretend).
--Old wive's tales would say that my lack of morning sickness is indicative of male offspring (apparently girls make you sick as a dog--no thank you).
--Supposedly I'm carrying BOB low, and this is more common with boys. Since this is my first pregnancy, I really don't have much basis for verifying where I am or am not carrying him (there's something in there that kicks me around my belly button, that's all I know), but I'll go along with what people tell me.
Tales of a South Dakotan married to a North Carolinian
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Monday, December 10, 2012
Reasons Why BOB is a Girl
Well, today is the big day. We finally get to see our little nugget on the ultrasound. And, if we so desired, we'd get to find out the sex. But, much to the dismay of many family and friends, we're not going to. However, that hasn't kept us (and others) from speculating what the sex might be. So, in honor of "the day we could find out", I've decided to share a few reasons why we thing BOB (Baby on Board) is a girl--and tomorrow I'll be back with reasons why we think BOB is a boy. I'll let you decide which list you think is more compelling.
--The gender predictor on everydayfamily.com said so.
--Darrell's sister has two boys. Darrell's other sister is expecting a boy in February. Darrell's female cousin (three or four years older) on his dad's side has a boy. Darrell's female cousin (one year younger) on his dad's side has two boys. Darrell's female cousin (five years older) on his mom's side has two boys. Darrell's male cousin (one year older) on his mom's side has two girls. There are no male relatives (in that age range, on either side) with sons and no female relatives (in that age range, on either side) with daughters.
--My first close friend from high school to get pregnant had a girl. The next girl from high school to get pregnant had a boy. A girl would keep the pattern going.
--When we first heard the heartbeat at 14 weeks it was a solid 158 bpm. Four weeks later it had dropped slightly to 152 bpm. Supposedly anything over 140 bpm is indicative of a girl (our doctor even commented to this "myth" after finding the heartbeat at 18 weeks, so it's definitely not something I'm just making up).
--The Mayans said so. (Apparently, if the year of conception and mother's age at conception are both even or both odd, the baby will be a girl. If one is odd and one is even, the baby will be a boy. I was 26 and it is 2012, so both even. Although if the Mayans are right about this they may also be right about the world ending in a few short weeks, which would mean all this speculation is for naught).
--According to an old wive's tales, the acne I've been battling has presented itself because my baby girl is stealing my beauty. All I have to say is that if the level of acne is any indicator toward the beauty of the baby, Darrell better watch out in about 16 years because he'll have his hands full with one beautiful daughter. This is seriously worse acne than I had in high school--it's almost embarrassing. I feel like I need to ask the high school kids I work with for makeup advice because I've never had to deal with this before.
--Can we say sweet tooth? If it has chocolate in it I am all over it (preferably not peanut butter and chocolate, though). Granted, I still have some Wheat Thins every morning for my snack, although I'm not heartbroken if I don't get to them. But the other day when I ran out of Halloween candy and didn't have a treat for after lunch? Disaster. The wive's tales say this can mean only one thing: a sweet little girl is on the way.
--The gender predictor on everydayfamily.com said so.
--Darrell's sister has two boys. Darrell's other sister is expecting a boy in February. Darrell's female cousin (three or four years older) on his dad's side has a boy. Darrell's female cousin (one year younger) on his dad's side has two boys. Darrell's female cousin (five years older) on his mom's side has two boys. Darrell's male cousin (one year older) on his mom's side has two girls. There are no male relatives (in that age range, on either side) with sons and no female relatives (in that age range, on either side) with daughters.
--My first close friend from high school to get pregnant had a girl. The next girl from high school to get pregnant had a boy. A girl would keep the pattern going.
--When we first heard the heartbeat at 14 weeks it was a solid 158 bpm. Four weeks later it had dropped slightly to 152 bpm. Supposedly anything over 140 bpm is indicative of a girl (our doctor even commented to this "myth" after finding the heartbeat at 18 weeks, so it's definitely not something I'm just making up).
--The Mayans said so. (Apparently, if the year of conception and mother's age at conception are both even or both odd, the baby will be a girl. If one is odd and one is even, the baby will be a boy. I was 26 and it is 2012, so both even. Although if the Mayans are right about this they may also be right about the world ending in a few short weeks, which would mean all this speculation is for naught).
--According to an old wive's tales, the acne I've been battling has presented itself because my baby girl is stealing my beauty. All I have to say is that if the level of acne is any indicator toward the beauty of the baby, Darrell better watch out in about 16 years because he'll have his hands full with one beautiful daughter. This is seriously worse acne than I had in high school--it's almost embarrassing. I feel like I need to ask the high school kids I work with for makeup advice because I've never had to deal with this before.
--Can we say sweet tooth? If it has chocolate in it I am all over it (preferably not peanut butter and chocolate, though). Granted, I still have some Wheat Thins every morning for my snack, although I'm not heartbroken if I don't get to them. But the other day when I ran out of Halloween candy and didn't have a treat for after lunch? Disaster. The wive's tales say this can mean only one thing: a sweet little girl is on the way.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Oatmeal Cinnamon Chip Cookies
The first time I made these cookies, Darrell immediately proclaimed them his favorite. They've become staples in my holiday baking, and I even turned them into a cookie cake for Darrell's birthday in 2011. However, I realized the other day that I had never actually posted the recipe for said cookies. Shame on me. They are super easy, pretty unique (the cinnamon chips themselves are only made by Hershey's, I believe), and quite tasty. I'd call Darrell out as a pig since he ate the whole (half) batch that I made, but truthfully, I made them only for him anyway. I've been having a weird thing with oatmeal and nuts lately, and these were too oatmeal-y for pregnant me. Thankfully none of my favorite holiday treats are oatmeal- or nut-based.
Oatmeal Cinnamon Chip Cookies
(from Hershey's)
1 cup butter, softened
1/3 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
2 1/2 cups oats
1 10 oz bag Hershey's Cinnamon Chips (approx 1 2/3 cup)
Preheat oven to 350*. Beat butter, sugar, and brown sugar in a bowl until creamy. Add eggs and vanilla, beat until smooth. Gradually add flour and baking soda, mixing well. Stir in oats and cinnamon chips. Drop by heaping teaspoons onto un-greased cookie sheet. Bake ten to twelve minutes or until lightly browned. Cool on pan slightly, then transfer to cooling rack. Yields approximately four dozen.
Oatmeal Cinnamon Chip Cookies
(from Hershey's)
1 cup butter, softened
1/3 cup sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 1/2 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp baking soda
2 1/2 cups oats
1 10 oz bag Hershey's Cinnamon Chips (approx 1 2/3 cup)
Preheat oven to 350*. Beat butter, sugar, and brown sugar in a bowl until creamy. Add eggs and vanilla, beat until smooth. Gradually add flour and baking soda, mixing well. Stir in oats and cinnamon chips. Drop by heaping teaspoons onto un-greased cookie sheet. Bake ten to twelve minutes or until lightly browned. Cool on pan slightly, then transfer to cooling rack. Yields approximately four dozen.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Pregnancy Lesson
(08 Sept)
Fact: Going to the gym and discovering that you've actually lost 2.5 pounds between your 5th and 9th week of pregnancy does not mean that it is a good idea to do nothing but eat junk food for the next six hours. Especially when a large portion of that "junk food" is chips and nearly half a jar of Tostitos Zesty Taco chip dip. Because chances are, you probably won't accomplish anything but make yourself feel so nauseous that you are unable to stomach the thought of ingesting anything but water for the remainder of the night. Not exactly a productive way to get more calories--although it sure was delicious. Definitely looking forward to finishing off the rest of jar, just not in one sitting.
For the record, Darrell and I don't own a scale, which is why I rely on the scale at the gym and subsequently went a whole month without weighing myself (I don't really have a good excuse for avoiding the gym for a month, other than being "too busy", but that's a separate issue)
Fact: Going to the gym and discovering that you've actually lost 2.5 pounds between your 5th and 9th week of pregnancy does not mean that it is a good idea to do nothing but eat junk food for the next six hours. Especially when a large portion of that "junk food" is chips and nearly half a jar of Tostitos Zesty Taco chip dip. Because chances are, you probably won't accomplish anything but make yourself feel so nauseous that you are unable to stomach the thought of ingesting anything but water for the remainder of the night. Not exactly a productive way to get more calories--although it sure was delicious. Definitely looking forward to finishing off the rest of jar, just not in one sitting.
For the record, Darrell and I don't own a scale, which is why I rely on the scale at the gym and subsequently went a whole month without weighing myself (I don't really have a good excuse for avoiding the gym for a month, other than being "too busy", but that's a separate issue)
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Wedding Wednesday: Bridal Party (Part II)
So I realized that in my discussion of things to consider when selecting your bridal party last week, I didn't address the issue of including flower girls/ring bearers in said party. For some people, it's a no-brainer to include these little ones in the wedding, whether it be because you and/or your fiance have young children or because you have close family members who do. For others, it's equally as easy of a decision to exclude these roles from the wedding, usually for a variety of reasons. But if you are on the fence, here are a few things to consider.
The Ring Bearer and Flower Girl do not have to be a package deal
There is no rule that says having a flower girl requires you to have a ring bearer as well. While it may have been the tradition in the past to have both (or neither), many people are straying from that. A cute-looking youngster walking down the aisle is always adorable, alone or with others. No one will really pay attention to the fact that there was a cute looking flower girl but no ring bearer.
Kids are unpredictable, no matter what
You may think your little nephew is an angel and super well-behaved, and it the confines of a family home, he just might be. But when you put him in front of a church full of people, there's no telling what he might do. He might refuse to go down the aisle altogether; he may sprint down the aisle like a bat out of hell; he may get bored and start exploring the alter area during the service; trust me, I've seen it all. And pictures? Don't count on them cooperating--if you can even get them in the picture at all. If the idea of random surprises on your wedding day alarms you, having kids in your wedding party may not be right for you. Even if you are convinced your six-year-old niece is a perfectly well-mannered.
Kids come with baggage
You know that cute four-year-old you want to come drop rose petals in the aisle at your wedding? Well, she'll have to be at your rehearsal. And kids don't get themselves to rehearsals on their own. So expect to feed a few extra mouths at the rehearsal dinner, because you'll need to have the parents of your little ones invited as well. And the nosy dad of your adorable flower girl? Well, he may think that he's entitled to share his opinion about some of the details since his little girl is a part of the affair. Just something to keep in mind.
I realize that most of those points could be construed as reasons not to have a flower girl/ring bearer, and I should clarify--that really isn't my opinion in the least. Darrell and I had both at our wedding, and I wouldn't change it, even though our ring bearer never made it down the aisle and is throwing a tantrum in the only picture we have with him in it. For starters, I didn't know that he refused to walk down the aisle until after the ceremony was over, and by then I was too excited to care that something hadn't gone "perfectly". Plus, Darrell and I happen to think the picture of him throwing a tantrum is pretty darn cute. But I also know that Darrell and I are not everyone, and I know that some of these things would put a serious damper on someone else's wedding day. So I just wanted to make sure to be thorough and put a few things out there that some people may not consider before deciding to include little ones in their wedding party.
The Ring Bearer and Flower Girl do not have to be a package deal
There is no rule that says having a flower girl requires you to have a ring bearer as well. While it may have been the tradition in the past to have both (or neither), many people are straying from that. A cute-looking youngster walking down the aisle is always adorable, alone or with others. No one will really pay attention to the fact that there was a cute looking flower girl but no ring bearer.
Kids are unpredictable, no matter what
You may think your little nephew is an angel and super well-behaved, and it the confines of a family home, he just might be. But when you put him in front of a church full of people, there's no telling what he might do. He might refuse to go down the aisle altogether; he may sprint down the aisle like a bat out of hell; he may get bored and start exploring the alter area during the service; trust me, I've seen it all. And pictures? Don't count on them cooperating--if you can even get them in the picture at all. If the idea of random surprises on your wedding day alarms you, having kids in your wedding party may not be right for you. Even if you are convinced your six-year-old niece is a perfectly well-mannered.
Kids come with baggage
You know that cute four-year-old you want to come drop rose petals in the aisle at your wedding? Well, she'll have to be at your rehearsal. And kids don't get themselves to rehearsals on their own. So expect to feed a few extra mouths at the rehearsal dinner, because you'll need to have the parents of your little ones invited as well. And the nosy dad of your adorable flower girl? Well, he may think that he's entitled to share his opinion about some of the details since his little girl is a part of the affair. Just something to keep in mind.
I realize that most of those points could be construed as reasons not to have a flower girl/ring bearer, and I should clarify--that really isn't my opinion in the least. Darrell and I had both at our wedding, and I wouldn't change it, even though our ring bearer never made it down the aisle and is throwing a tantrum in the only picture we have with him in it. For starters, I didn't know that he refused to walk down the aisle until after the ceremony was over, and by then I was too excited to care that something hadn't gone "perfectly". Plus, Darrell and I happen to think the picture of him throwing a tantrum is pretty darn cute. But I also know that Darrell and I are not everyone, and I know that some of these things would put a serious damper on someone else's wedding day. So I just wanted to make sure to be thorough and put a few things out there that some people may not consider before deciding to include little ones in their wedding party.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Imagination Overload (in Reverse)
(13 September)
So, back when Darrell and I were trying to get pregnant, I wrote a post about how my imagination got the best of me and I perceived everything to be a sign of an impending pregnancy. Well, now that I am actually pregnant, it's like the opposite is true. Any sign or symptom that may be indicative of a pregnancy I dismiss and blame on some other cause. Case in point:
The fatigue I've been feeling? Definitely caused by the fact that I'm still adjusting to being back at work full-time (summers off can almost be a curse), in addition to coaching soccer every day and working until eight at Excel one or two nights a week. Totally not a pregnancy symptom.
The oh-so-wonderful acne that has started to pop up? Probably being caused by the fact that I always sleep on the same side of my face and haven't washed my pillowcase very recently (gross, I know). Definitely not because my skin is more sensitive due to my pregnancy.
The middle of the night trips to the bathroom? Two factors at work here. A) I'm getting older and all the times I strove to hold it as long as I could are finally catching up to me. B) I've been drinking a crap ton of water throughout the day, including into the evening, and, well, it's gotta come out sometime. Not being caused by the fact that my uterus is at least twice its normal size.
Any food aversions/cravings I've been having? Puh-leeze. I was queen of random food cravings years before I was pregnant. And I blame my yogurt/cottage cheese (shudder) aversion on the fact that just before the aversion hit I decided to try Greek yogurt for the first time and didn't particularly like it. Completely unrelated to pregnancy.
My (somewhat) heightened sense of smell? Like being around sweaty high school boys and drowned-in-purfume (and purfume-y lotion) high school girls wouldn't be enough to trigger anyone's sense of smell into overdrive, pregnant or not.
Now, here's the thing. I am actually intelligent enough to realize that all these symptoms are, in fact, being caused by my pregnancy (they're seriously in every thing I've read about first trimester symptoms. Along with swollen, tender breasts, which actually haven't been bothering me at all. But that really isn't too surprising; my breasts have always been under-achievers anyway). And I also realize that I am incredibly fortunate that my symptoms haven't been any more severe than they are. For whatever reason, though, my mind's first instinct is to dismiss them as signs of pregnancy and blame them on something else. I've come up with two reasons for why I think that might be.
1) I'm a stubborn ass who secretly likes to one-up other people. Oh, that movie was too scary for you? Pfft, it was no big deal for me. You went to the doctor for a cut on your finger? I didn't even go when my tooth got kicked through my lip (true story actually--and, in retrospect, probably a very dumb decision, but oh well). Two pieces of pizza was enough to fill you up? C'mon, I ate four plus five breadsticks (probably also true a true story, especially when I'm comparing my eating habits to those of my sister). So it would only be fitting that I would (subconsciously) approach my pregnancy in the same way and strive to get through it without being plagued by the "normal" symptoms because, well, I'm above the average person anyway.
2) I'm secretly terrified that I won't be able to carry this baby to term, so I'm building up a wall to keep myself from getting too emotionally attached. Because if we end up getting bad news at the doctor's office on Monday (I'll be just over ten weeks so I'm assuming/hoping they'll do an ultrasound), I can convince myself that it really isn't that big of a deal because I never "felt" pregnant anyway so it isn't that major of a loss. Darrell has already admitted that anything but good news would be devastating to him, so I'm trying to make sure that isn't the case for me (and therefore--like mentioned above--"one up" him because I was better prepared for the worst case scenario).
I realize I come out as a horrible person in both scenarios--in the first I'm a conceited brat, and in the second I'm a callous, pessimistic, worrywart--but there's probably some truth to both of them. Thankfully, my personality is made up of more than just the sum of those two parts, and you can bet your balls that once this pregnancy starts to feel a little bit more real I'll let my guard down and really start to get excited about things. In the meantime, though, I'll just be a slightly conceited person that doesn't fully believe in this pregnancy yet, okay? And you won't even have to deal with it anyway since none of these posts will be going live until well after I'm in the "excited" stage.
12/4 Update: Well, I'm 21 weeks now and we still haven't gotten an ultrasound, but I'm not concerned about that in the least. We've heard the heartbeat, I've been feeling kicks--this pregnancy is definitely real. However, I will say that I still feel like Darrell is more excited than me. Not because I'm still trying to (subconsciously) prepare myself for a worst-case scenario, but because the reality of the kicking and movement is making me realize that this is actually happening--whether we're ready for it or not. And sometimes, I feel like maybe we aren't.
So, back when Darrell and I were trying to get pregnant, I wrote a post about how my imagination got the best of me and I perceived everything to be a sign of an impending pregnancy. Well, now that I am actually pregnant, it's like the opposite is true. Any sign or symptom that may be indicative of a pregnancy I dismiss and blame on some other cause. Case in point:
The fatigue I've been feeling? Definitely caused by the fact that I'm still adjusting to being back at work full-time (summers off can almost be a curse), in addition to coaching soccer every day and working until eight at Excel one or two nights a week. Totally not a pregnancy symptom.
The oh-so-wonderful acne that has started to pop up? Probably being caused by the fact that I always sleep on the same side of my face and haven't washed my pillowcase very recently (gross, I know). Definitely not because my skin is more sensitive due to my pregnancy.
The middle of the night trips to the bathroom? Two factors at work here. A) I'm getting older and all the times I strove to hold it as long as I could are finally catching up to me. B) I've been drinking a crap ton of water throughout the day, including into the evening, and, well, it's gotta come out sometime. Not being caused by the fact that my uterus is at least twice its normal size.
Any food aversions/cravings I've been having? Puh-leeze. I was queen of random food cravings years before I was pregnant. And I blame my yogurt/cottage cheese (shudder) aversion on the fact that just before the aversion hit I decided to try Greek yogurt for the first time and didn't particularly like it. Completely unrelated to pregnancy.
My (somewhat) heightened sense of smell? Like being around sweaty high school boys and drowned-in-purfume (and purfume-y lotion) high school girls wouldn't be enough to trigger anyone's sense of smell into overdrive, pregnant or not.
Now, here's the thing. I am actually intelligent enough to realize that all these symptoms are, in fact, being caused by my pregnancy (they're seriously in every thing I've read about first trimester symptoms. Along with swollen, tender breasts, which actually haven't been bothering me at all. But that really isn't too surprising; my breasts have always been under-achievers anyway). And I also realize that I am incredibly fortunate that my symptoms haven't been any more severe than they are. For whatever reason, though, my mind's first instinct is to dismiss them as signs of pregnancy and blame them on something else. I've come up with two reasons for why I think that might be.
1) I'm a stubborn ass who secretly likes to one-up other people. Oh, that movie was too scary for you? Pfft, it was no big deal for me. You went to the doctor for a cut on your finger? I didn't even go when my tooth got kicked through my lip (true story actually--and, in retrospect, probably a very dumb decision, but oh well). Two pieces of pizza was enough to fill you up? C'mon, I ate four plus five breadsticks (probably also true a true story, especially when I'm comparing my eating habits to those of my sister). So it would only be fitting that I would (subconsciously) approach my pregnancy in the same way and strive to get through it without being plagued by the "normal" symptoms because, well, I'm above the average person anyway.
2) I'm secretly terrified that I won't be able to carry this baby to term, so I'm building up a wall to keep myself from getting too emotionally attached. Because if we end up getting bad news at the doctor's office on Monday (I'll be just over ten weeks so I'm assuming/hoping they'll do an ultrasound), I can convince myself that it really isn't that big of a deal because I never "felt" pregnant anyway so it isn't that major of a loss. Darrell has already admitted that anything but good news would be devastating to him, so I'm trying to make sure that isn't the case for me (and therefore--like mentioned above--"one up" him because I was better prepared for the worst case scenario).
I realize I come out as a horrible person in both scenarios--in the first I'm a conceited brat, and in the second I'm a callous, pessimistic, worrywart--but there's probably some truth to both of them. Thankfully, my personality is made up of more than just the sum of those two parts, and you can bet your balls that once this pregnancy starts to feel a little bit more real I'll let my guard down and really start to get excited about things. In the meantime, though, I'll just be a slightly conceited person that doesn't fully believe in this pregnancy yet, okay? And you won't even have to deal with it anyway since none of these posts will be going live until well after I'm in the "excited" stage.
12/4 Update: Well, I'm 21 weeks now and we still haven't gotten an ultrasound, but I'm not concerned about that in the least. We've heard the heartbeat, I've been feeling kicks--this pregnancy is definitely real. However, I will say that I still feel like Darrell is more excited than me. Not because I'm still trying to (subconsciously) prepare myself for a worst-case scenario, but because the reality of the kicking and movement is making me realize that this is actually happening--whether we're ready for it or not. And sometimes, I feel like maybe we aren't.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Getting Ready for Christmas
It's a rarity at our house, but Darrell and I actually had a full weekend with nothing on the schedule. Of course, this only happened because we were planning on going out of town, but ended up changing our minds a few days beforehand. We decided that it would be nice to have a free weekend at home and play catch-up with a few projects we've been putting off--and play catch up we did.
Friday night was spent cleaning the last few items out of what will become the baby's room so that we can start painting in there and getting it organized for when baby comes. We also started putting up Christmas decorations--usually I would do this myself the day after Thanksgiving, but this pregnancy has made me a little less coordinated than usual and I figured I should wait until Darrell was around to help, especially with some of the bigger items.
Saturday was a marathon day of running errands. We started the day by cutting down our Christmas tree...
and after visits to twelve different stores we were finally done for the day. But we got a lot taken care of--I finally have more than four maternity items to choose from, we have paint for the nursery, and we have some of our Christmas shopping done, just to name a few of the accomplishments.
We finally relaxed a little bit on Sunday: some (depressing) Vikings football in the afternoon, a casual walk in the unseasonably warm temperatures, a little Christmas tree decorating that evening, and a few episodes of Psych and ice cream to wrap up the day.
Hopefully we can keep this productivity going into next weekend--I've got some serious Christmas baking on my agenda and Darrell is planning to get the nursery painted!
Friday night was spent cleaning the last few items out of what will become the baby's room so that we can start painting in there and getting it organized for when baby comes. We also started putting up Christmas decorations--usually I would do this myself the day after Thanksgiving, but this pregnancy has made me a little less coordinated than usual and I figured I should wait until Darrell was around to help, especially with some of the bigger items.
Saturday was a marathon day of running errands. We started the day by cutting down our Christmas tree...
and after visits to twelve different stores we were finally done for the day. But we got a lot taken care of--I finally have more than four maternity items to choose from, we have paint for the nursery, and we have some of our Christmas shopping done, just to name a few of the accomplishments.
We finally relaxed a little bit on Sunday: some (depressing) Vikings football in the afternoon, a casual walk in the unseasonably warm temperatures, a little Christmas tree decorating that evening, and a few episodes of Psych and ice cream to wrap up the day.
Hopefully we can keep this productivity going into next weekend--I've got some serious Christmas baking on my agenda and Darrell is planning to get the nursery painted!
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