Well, we had a long day. Sean was at church all day (with his phone off), so I had the Bear alone. We ran a few errands and came home. When we got home, I ran the dogs outback to go potty. I usually take the Bear, but this time I left her inside (yeah, you can see where this is going.) Don't call CPS, I could see her up against the sliding glass door the whole time. Well, she picked up the stick that we keep in the track so no one can break in and she put it back in the track..... locking herself in the house. My heart dropped. I jumped over the fence (haven't done that in 15 years) and ran next door. After the neighbors and I tried to get her to pick it up, we had to resort to calling the fire department. An hour and a half after she put the stick in, I had the Bear in my arms. Don't worry, she wasn't too upset. She found her bowl of Goldfish and ate them while she watched the firefighters. I feel like a horrible, awful, no good, very bad mom. I cried, hugged her, and then made sure I got a quick picture for the blog.
PICTURE FROM MY CAMERA PHONE
Here are the words that the Bear has been using in the correct context lately:
My mom seriously makes the best cinnamon rolls ever. I only get them once a year at Christmas. Long story short, I had my wisdom teeth out 2 days before Christmas and so I couldn't eat my share, so I hid a pan of them. Sounds like I have been around this guy too long!
I don't know why we continue to buy this child toys, all she plays with are shoes. I thought these looked funny! She is very talented, she can put them right side up and step into them. She does not need any help! Then she walks around the house. I will have to get a picture of her wearing Sean's boots, they make me giggle everytime.
The Bear ate her entire breakfast this morning sitting at her little table. I just can't believe how my baby is growing up. 
Kayleigh Bear is so serious all the time. I finally got a cute little grin out of her after nap time today!
I was at the mall at 8:30 this morning so that I could stand in line for 30 minutes to get us a ticket to come back and see Santa tonight so that she could sit on Santa's lap for all of 2 seconds and scream.
The night we got married, we celebrated with an ice cream cone at McDonalds. The ladies behind the counter got such a kick out of us strolling in that that gave us our comes free. It must have been devine intervention that they even had ice cream that night because usually they are "out"(aka cleaning the machine so they can go home early) past 9:00 pm. 
Celebrating our third anniversary at Burger House with the Bear in tow.
On Saturday, we had plans to go to the Gaylord Texan with Jen and Kenn to see the decorations and Santa. After waiting for an hour to get to the parking garage, we all decided that we had enough. We settled for pizza and a nice drive around Deerfield in Plano. My favorite was the house (pictured above) that was broadcasting their own music on the radio and had their lights synced to the music. It was like something out of a movie! It was a great way to get into the Christmas spirit!
Kayleigh loved the lights! Even though it was late she stayed up and watched all of the lights. Every once in a while she would point to something and babble about it.
A little out of focus?
Dear Grandma,
Sean is always talking about work to me. He might as well be speaking Chinese, because I have NO idea what he is talking about. Looks like jibberish to me, what do you think?
When I put out my nativity the other day, I wanted to show Kayleigh Baby Jesus. She was too busy running around an throwing this as usual. So, I picked up Cosmo and told Cosmo about Baby Jesus. Being the jealous sister that she is, she immediately ran over so that he wouldn't get my attention. I showed Kayleigh Jesus and I told her a little bit about him. She even gave him a kiss (she is SO into babies right now). Fast forward to last night: We were in the living room and she started to get up on her tiptoes to see and the said "Baby Jesus." I promise! She did, just ask Sean. 
The Bear had a blast today on the swings. For the first time, she rode them back and forth and kept saying "Wheeee." It was (of course) precious.
At least 5 times a night, here is the dialogue at our house:
Can I explain to you how much I utterly HATE recess at this time of year? It is so STINKIN cold and MISERABLE. I truly dread going out each day. I don't mind September when it is 100+ at 12:00 when we go out, but I can't handle anything under 50 degrees.
Here is a picture of the Bear decked out in a Christmas outfit I made for her. 
