That was a holiday weekend?

This weekend was to be full of activites and celebration - just the opposite of that happened. On Saturday, Jack was going to play his first soccer game and it got rained out. He was pretty bummed. We even stayed up late and made Ella a little shirt to wear to cheer her brother on.

Later that day, we got news that our dear friends Jen and Cody lost their beloved chocolate lab, Sadie. She wasn't doing well on Friday and when the vet opened her up to operate he discovered liver cancer and Sadie was bleeding out. I feel just awful for them and to make matters harder- Jen is 39 weeks pregnant. Death isn't something anyone wants to deal with at anytime, but it's even more stressful when your emotions have overtaken any logical thought process you may have previosly had.

Sunday was going to be a day to celebrate my sweet friend Kim (we've known each other since the 10th grade and even did the whole prom and homecoming dance thing together) and her baby boy to be, Cade Harrison. On Thursday night she was admitted to watch her blood pressure and was released on Friday and put on strict bedrest. Needless to say, no baby shower. On Monday morning I found out she was admitted to the hospital because her blood pressure spiked again. She's there until Cade decides to make his debut or until March 1st- at which point her OBGYN will induce. **Update 2/21** Cade was born around 9pm on 2/20.

Thankfully, we were able to spend Monday together as a family. After the kids naps we decided to go to the park and headed to Walmart afterwards to pick up a few last minute things for dinner. Jack started sneezing and sneezing and sneezing. Six sneezes later, I turned around to hand him a tissue and his eyes were nearly swollen shut....MAJOR ALLERGIC REACTION! Benadryl to the rescue. Poor baby- I felt just awful for him.

What a weekend!

Wrap! Cook! Shop! Eat! Decorate! Rush! Rush! Rush!

So I know the Christmas is about the birth of Jesus and family, but between the wraping, buying, eating, cooking, decorating and everything else involved in making the day as perfect as a Norman Rockwell painting I seem to lose site of that. I mostly feel a rush of anxiety. Why do I focus so much on perfection? My kids are 1 and 4 and most days I know they would never notice if something was out of place on Christmas morning. Is it mom guilt? Is it trying to live up to the unrealistic expections of perfection I see on TV and in magazines? Next year my goals is to be wrapped and done by December 1. I know it's lofty, but maybe if I achieve it I will actually get to enjoy the true meaning of the season.