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Skinny Butts & Happy Lists

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I'm not even sure how to spell poinsettia, but Alexis ate my Christmas plant today. Well, I found a little leaf in her mouth & it was pushed over onto the floor. Needless to say, they are now moved. I was working really hard messing up her quiet book in the other room for all those who ask "well where were you." I could hear her. I just thought the plastic on the plant sounded a lot like her butterfly toy. And she was playing happily by herself. You do not disturb those moments! Any way, Mr Smith checked and it is not poisonous. Cheers to keeping Alexis alive for another day. I mean really. With regards to the book - I'll have to show you the 2 pages I have not completely finished, but mentally I am done with. I'm not sure why I wanted to start a quiet book. Maybe because I wanted all my hair to fall out. My goal is not to be embarrassed by it, realistic goal? (that's what Mr Smith asked). tbd. I need distractions. We have completed the following projects recently:

kitchen table (I'll never let you forget it)
The pinecone banner (so worthy of recognition)
The craft desk
The guest bed headboard (just got repainted the kitchen table brown)
Bird nest necklaces
The table runner
2 quiet book pages
The plastic bag…bag (holder?)

Any way, I get so bored sometimes I need projects. Typically I don't do things that will take forever to finish because I am the person that likes instant results. Which is why I don't exercise. I want a hard butt overnight & I feel like I've just lost my chances. I can only enjoy Mr Smith's… did I say that out loud? He'll kill me. Just you wait…But back to woe is me… It's really not. I'm just curious what's going to happen to me once I stop nursing. People are beginning to think I'm anorexic. Okay, not really, but just you wait…it will be my childhood all over again. Is this a skinny girl whining about being skinny? If it makes you feel better, none of my jeans fit because I lost my butt. I can't afford to replace all 15 pairs of my jeans! Yeah, now that's a hard knock life. For the record, my stomach still hasn't recovered from pregnancy. I wish I went to medical school just long enough to diagnose my body issues. They are real people, very real. However, we should all try & understand how Mr Smith NEVER gets sick when Alexis & I are hung over from the cold/sore throat/pull the plug already kind of issues. 

I'm exhausted. I went to teach with the sister missionaries for the second time (like out of my entire life) tonight. Mr Smith is so proud I'm finally stepping out of my comfort zone. I'm trying people. Just because I know it's true (the gospel) & I want those ready to hear it to know. But I sound like Alexis when I try to speak sometimes. She doesn't help. And it's only cute when she does it. 

Here is my happy list for the week:
1. Alexis laughs and evil dies a little every time
2. Mr Smith made chocolate chip cookies. Like a ton of them.

3. A friend's four-year-old son loved one of my quiet book pages I was making
4. I completed a successful pinterest recipe (the chicken/broccoli/cheese croissant bake)
5. We got a new (new to us) set of plates, little plates, bowls & glasses
6. to go along with the extra set of my grandmother's silverware
7. and some fresh pears that were unexpected?

8. We have a perfect Christmas tree that makes Lexi smile
9. I wrapped Mr Smith's dutch oven Christmas present (which is my present too)
10. free toys from a friend that Lexi can enjoy when she's more mobile
11. grandmother's who shower Lexi with cute things
12. Christmas pictures of Lexi with her two front teeth

I will post more of these later...

13. I finally got my flu shot. And it didn't even hurt.
14. I got to sleep in until 8 or even 8:30 several times this week
15. Mr Smith likes me . . . like a lot . . . still





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