Ready? Set...

GO!
Rec league football has officially begun. My plan is to post on game days and today was the opener jamboree! We won both games with No fights AND though we were short about 4 players we dominated! Great start guys.
Can't wait to see what this season brings...

Littlest fans!

Huttle up

Model Behavior

Really the picture says it all...

Kicking Butt and Taking Names

Question: What is?
Answer: MORNING sickness.
Apparently I was living in a dream world in which I thought I could escape the plague of morning sickness, but for all intents and purposes that's all it was; a pipe dream and a fervent prayer!
While, we're on the subject: a man MUST have made up this phrase, because a woman would never minimize something so awful-it. is. ALL. day.
RIGHT before the 8-week point (this past Saturday) it came without mercy! Frankly, it's kicking butt and taking names. Namely, Chelsea Bell: prime target.
For those of you that read this-please pray for this to leave in a timely manner since I am laying on the couch eating saltines (and water) while my first baby has NO idea why mommy is so lame!

Dear John Letter (goodbye crib)

Dear Crib,

One relationship is ending, another beginning and it's time to move on. So Goodbye, dear crib. You've been a wonderful shelter for my baby, but she's a big girl now and has her eyes set on someone new. It's not you, it's her. Thanks for all the good times and protection, but on to bigger and better.

Sincerely,

Team Bell

She's in, ladies and gentlemen!

Today we set up her new bed and told her that since she's a big girl she gets a new bed and the baby gets her crib. She was IN to it! I'll post about her first night tomorrow...

Update!: Last night went really well, she slept through the night no problems! Now the true test: nap time...

Wedding Crashers

Last night was our last wedding of the season-a family wedding! Ty's cousin Blake (Congrats again Blake and Tiffany! woot woot!) and cherry on top: Pearson was invited!! It was her first wedding and was overly hyped about it because we talked it to death in our house. All about how she was going to see a "prince" and "princess" get married and how the princess would wear a beautiful dress and there would be a royal kiss. Adding more hype to the already hyped was the fact that Pearson's cousin Kyla was the flower girl and got to wear a "pretty dress." Pearson was so excited she was acting crazy. We had to leave during the ceremony because she kept saying, "I wanna see princess" over and over! After the ceremony the girls got to run around the deserted altar and play wedding. I don't think they could be cuter...

Playing wedding...

(The real deal)

Cat Food Queen

ugh. I hate to even write this, but this is authentic life in our house. Lately Pearson has been going into the pantry in the kitchen and shutting the door. She's a sneaky creature sometimes; fitting because sometimes Tyler goes by the name Secret Squirrel. I thought she was merely playing house with her Barbies because she talks to them in there, oh but no.
I became curious and opened the door yesterday morning. Pea had a HUGE hand full of cat food in her MOUTH, chewing along like it was no big deal. I admit, I do not have hardly any morning sickness, but this just about made me toss my cookies. I say to her, "Pearson Bell, you do NOT eat the cat food!"
"Yes, mommy."
wow...good source of fiber. Needless to say said cat food will remain top shelf of the Bell pantry.

Potty? Pish, Posh.

So NOT into it...looks like I'm sticking with the original plan of potty training after Christmas!