You know, a recap.

Well, the holidays came and went... and we have just kept on rolling. I feel like you've missed out on a lot. And I feel like you care.

Recap: 

Chamblee had her first date.

We had family pictures taken.

Cham met Santa. Had a serious case of stranger danger.

We made a gingerbread house.

We went to DD & Nona's and celebrated Christmas.

We ate. A lot.

My little big bro came in town with his gorgeous baby mama wife.

We served as Doorholders at Passion 2013.

And now life is starting to settle back in to normal. "Normal". Really. What is normal? I think I'm safe to say it's not us.There's a lot of crying going on around here. Cham is 2 1/2 so that's that. Jake is getting 4 upper teeth in, so that's a delight at 1, 3, 5 and, oh wait, 7am. And me, well. If you didn't know me you'd probably think I was pregnant (I'm not), Or nursing (I'm not), Or maybe I'm just crazy (.....). Anyway.

I don't do New Year's resolutions, ever. Never have. This year I decided to get on the train. Call it the crazy train, that's fine. We joined the YMCA and I started a new diet- Paleo. The new fad. It's not that big of a change, seeing as I've been cooking paleo meals for almost a year and a half for my husband. I have also been eating chocolate and carbs like it's my job. And I've been getting promoted. Pound over pound. So, I did the opposite of what I always do. Instead of waiting until I eat all the bad food to start- I threw out all of the bad food. I started. Please, no one tell me the bad thing about avocados. They are keeping me alive. I eat avocados, pickles and lots of chicken. lots and lots of chicken. I've kind of hated chicken ever since I was pregnant with Cham... so this is wonderful. But really. I am loving the Y. I can get my workout in, some quiet time in- all while the kiddos are making new friends and being cared for by sweet, sweet women upstairs. That is until they call my name on the overhead speaker in the middle of my pilates class because J man won't stop crying. And the best part of THAT is how they pronounced my name. "Natalie Goofey, please come to the playcenter. Immediately. Natalie. Goofey." So I untangled myself from the pretzel position (which I am sure I was doing incorrectly, anyway) and tried to sneak out. Dear, observant, woman across the room. "Oh! Is that you? Your kid? Hm." Guilty. Natalie Goofey, in the flesh.

Until Next Time,
The Guff