our quiet little christmas

This was our Christmas tree. I didn't want to put too much on the tree because I wasn't sure if Blake would mess with the tree or not. He did take a few ornaments off, but after we told him "no" a few times, he got it. Vegas had a blast playing with the wrapping paper and twist ties that came off our presents.


This was the first present we gave him. I was expecting him to try to open it, but he didn't really get it. I had to open it for him.


We had gotten him a couple different "shows" to watch, to add more variety... You can see the look on his face... he rather keep watching "Meemo" (Finding Nemo) or "Lightning" (Cars... oops, just said it out loud to check the spelling with Adam and Blake heard and wants to watch it now.)


Blake also go a magna-doodle. I figured this would be something he could take to church.


The BEST present was this bus. He just LOVES buses, we have a bus stop in front of our house and he gets the biggest kick out of watching the bus and says "bye-bye bus" w hen it drives away. He plays with it all the time. He also got a train table. We figured he'd like to drive his cars on it instead of the window sills... He still likes the window sills, *sigh* and he likes to stand on the train table, *double sigh*. He's stood on it more that 3 times writing this.

This just makes Adam and I about pee our pants:

We kinda think he looks like Mater in this picture.

We kinda got off to a late start this year. We put up our tree on Dec. 23rd. One of the traditions that I want to start is only getting Blake (and future kids) 3 presents each, like the Savior received. It's harder to do that you would think, but I don't want presents to be the focus of Christmas.

On a side note, Blake is such a smart kid. We say "one" and instead of repeating us, he says "two". It's really hard to not laugh when we try to count to three in a warning... We are trying to teach him colors and numbers and the alphabet. He already knows that a bus is yellow.

He also said "no" in answer to every question we've asked him. We have been working on it and now he says "no-yesss" and nods his head. Sometimes he catches himself and answers with a "yes" and a nod when he really wants something.

He had his first day of nursery today and he did so well. He cried a little when I dropped him off but warmed up after a few minutes. It didn't hurt that they had a bus in there. He had snacks and made a noodle necklace.

fuzzy fur feet

I have a couple pair of these fuzzy, warm socks that I like to wear in the winter. Blake LOVES soft fuzzy things, he hugs them and kisses them. It's kinda cute. So when I had my fuzzy socks on, Blake kissed my feet. It was kinda cute. So I ended up putting them on Blake. He loved it! He just sat on the couch, watching Veggie Tales and kissing his feet.
Adam says that we need to get him a pair of boy fuzzies, so he's not wearing my pink ones...

i'm not complaining, promise!

I'm totally lame, I apologize. I really should be updating/posting more often.
Anyways, that aside, the latest news is:

I applied for and got a job in the fast track in the ER with actual HOURS! Honestly, the ER wasn't the first place that I wanted to work at. I originally wanted to work in ICU (intensive care) and be able to really take care of (really) sick patients and learn. Before we moved, I had my rose colored glasses on that we'd move to this new place and we'd have an awesome new house and I'd get whatever job I applied for, because, let's face it, I. Am. Awesome. While it's true that I am really awesome... It's was very foolish to expect that everything would be great and just work out.
I have to preface this by saying that our time in North Carolina WAS great and everything DID just work out. Adam and I have come to realize that it was because that's where we were supposed to be. In hindsight, moving to Maryland probably wasn't the choice that we SHOULD have made. Adam and I say that Cherry Point is the black hole of the Marine Corps, and we were a little obsessed about getting stuck there. So we pretty much jumped at the opportunity to get out of there while we could.
Since moving here, the only thing that went really well was selling our house (I'm not going into all the details because it's tedious and I promised not to complain). The only position that I was able to get was a "float" position with no guaranteed hours. I took it because at least it was something. But after I was oriented, I was put on call like 99% of the time, which means I didn't work. My boss offered to cross train me in the ER as a way for me to get some hours in. I agreed and started cross training there. It's a lot different that what I was used to, but everyone there was really nice and helpful.
The more I worked there, the more I liked it. More so because the staff was great and fun to work with. When the Director told me that there would be some positions opening up, I decided to apply. It was amazing to me that the staff was excited about me applying and actually wanted me to get the job, especially some that I didn't really spend too much time with. I guess I really am awesome, huh? So KIDDING!
What I really would like to do is go back to school and eventually get my Masters. I just don't have a clue which specialty I want. And it just doesn't seem like the right time.
So for now, here's to making lemonade!