No more hair.

The girl in this picture has much more hair than I do.  Yes, my hair is falling out and has been for the last 4 months at a rapid pace.  I don't know when it is going to stop!!  Half my hair is gone now and I fear that I may have to start wearing a wig.  (i'm not kidding either).  I see the new hair coming in and it's freaking me out.  I have like Max's lenth of hair all around my hair line.  I seriously have like 4 strands of hair on my head.  Has anyone else had this problem after having a baby?  By the time it starts growing in, I'll have another baby and it will be a horrible cycle.  I was going to post a pic of my hair that I pulled out of my brush, but I'll spare you all those nasty pics.  Lets just say it was a ton of hair.  Rat like.......

Our New Years snow fix

Oh New Years.  The holiday after Christmas.  Is it ever a real good time? NO.  The sadness of having to take down the tree and all the Christmas decorations is not a sadness I like to feel.  I think I'm finally over it and ready to move on with 2010.  Max will be turning ONE this year.  Valentine's day is right around the corner.  So here's to 2010.  May this year be more fun than last. hahaha

This is us getting wild and crazy on New Year's Eve.  We ate some good food, hung out with family and friends and played some good ol' games.

You can see Calli getting c r a z y !!!!

We then flew to Craig, Colorado on 1/1/10.

We made some snow angels

Max was cold, but I think he really likes the snow

We went shooting

We hung out with family.  This is Jim's Mom and Dad, Brother Brian and soon to be sis in law Vanessa.

We made a snowman

We went sledding with Jim's brother Joe and sis in law Ally.  Aunt Ally spoils Max to death!!!!

All in all our trip to Colorado was a good time.  Our flight ended up getting cancelled due to weather and we had to stay an extra day.  The day we ended up flying out was -17 degrees.  We were so glad to be leaving.  It was the coldest I've ever been.  But we were so sad to leave Grandpa and Grandma Barainca.  Max misses them so much!!

A Barainca Christmas

I have been in depression all morning.  I didn't even get out of bed until 9:30am.  I didn't want today to come.  Christmas is over.  There are no more presents under the tree, no more Christmas music and all the goodies are either frozen or put away.  It's a sad day today so I decided to blog about it.

One thing I have noticed each year is that somehow we get to bed earlier and earlier.  I remember the good ol' day's where we would be up til 2:00 in the morning doing karaoke or who knows what.  This year we were in bed by 10:30pm.  What's up with that?  I realize that the more kids each of us have the more we want to spend time with just them on Christmas Eve.  I don't know what this is like yet cause I only have Max and he doesn't know what the crap is going on anyway.  I fear for the day each family decides to start doing their own Christmas Eve.  I love to get together with the entire family and do stupid stuff.  So I guess I am just sad cause I feel like the "good years" are over. I know they will come again once I have more kids and they get older to understand the awesomeness of Christmas.  But for now it just kinda sucks.

This is all of us minus the East Coast Huffakers. (Kirk & Fam)

We are all wearing our "RECYCLED CHRISTMAS" T-shirts that my mom gave us.  This was our theme this year.  Not only did we have to wear the shirts, we had to give recycled gifts to one another.  It  was actually really fun.  It just made us all have to get extra creative.

This is us on Christmas morning. (still in our recycled Christmas T-shirts)

Max opening his very first Christmas present.  It was a baby laptop from his cousin Fox.

Max worried  he doesn't look good in his Christmas pajamas his grandma made for him.

Grandpa Huffaker gave all the babies H. D. diaper briefs.   They were showing off there bums.

His Johnny the Jump up toy.  He hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet.  We have to make the thing jump for him for now.  He seems to like it though.

The Christmas Blues

Merry Christmas

Yes, I have a really bad case of the Christmas Blues.  It's the kind of blues that come when you don't want Christmas to come yet.  Once it comes, it's over.  Then, you have to wait a whole year for it to come again. I am not sure why I love Christmas so much.  Every year I anticipate the Christmas season and am so sad when it is over.  The shopping is all done, treats have all been baked (except for my pecan pies) and everything is a go ahead for Christmas Eve.  Also, I really hope I don't gain 10 lbs this week.  I am letting myself have this one week to eat the foods I love.  I'm awaiting for the morning I go and put on my jeans and they become tight.  I fear this day.  Anyway, I know I'm depressing.  Jim calls me the doomsayer because I always think the worse and I "can't live in the moment".  Here is a quick re-cap of what happened in the last 3 weeks.

• Max weighs 17lbs 12oz
• All of us have been sick with colds the past 3 weeks.  Max still has this awful lingering cough
• I finally got down to my PRE pregnancy weight.  Weird how my waist is still fatter.
• Jim let me buy a new Christmas Tree.  Bigger and Better
• Max's head is small    (25th percentile)  All other areas are > 97%
• My new favorite burrito from Filiberto's is the Country burrito with ham and minus the cheese. 
• I need to start running.                         Jim too....hahahahahahahahahhaahahahahah
• My little sister Calli graduated from ASU.
• I really miss my Kirk's family.  I wish they could be here in AZ for Christmas.....it sucks.

A case of the Monday's

It's Sunday afternoon and I already have the Monday blues.  I understand nobody really likes to go to work, but I never really hated it before I got pregnant.  I worked about 50 hours a week and was okay with it.  Once I had Max I couldn't wait to leave the house and get back to work.  8 weeks after Max was born it all changed.  I was liking the idea of being a stay at home Mom.  I was getting used to it and occupied my time much better than before.  Well, my 14 weeks were up and the dreaded phrase of "going back to work" was real life.  This is my 3rd week back and I still can't get into the groove.  I only work part time, but it's really hard.  Maybe the whole "waking up at 4 am" is the hard part.  I admire those people that work at 5:00 in the morning.  I am one of them now.  I sacrifice my sleep so Max and I can hang out more with each other.  


I gave the YW lesson last week and you can probably guess what the lesson was on.  Yes, THE VALUE OF WORK.  It made me realize that I need to embrace the idea and do whatever I have to do to begin accepting I go to work.  I should be lucky that I am able to work part time and make good money.  I wasn't sure what they were going to say to me when I told them I didn't want to come back to being a full time manager.  They thought I was joking at first and wanted to make sure that I knew what I was asking for.  The fact that they granted my wishes is truly amazing.  My job is really a blessing and I need to learn how to accept this as a blessing rather than a dreaded curse.  They work around my schedule and I can't complain about how much they pay me.    So why is it so hard to still go?  


Probably cause I'm lazy.....

of course...

Of course the day after I write my post on Max not rolling over, what happens? Yes, Max rolled over yesterday. Once he did it once, he rolled over 4 more times. We couldn't wait for Dad to get home to show him and guess what happened. Yes, he forgot how. He hasn't done it since. hahaha

Sorry about the quality. I shot the video from my phone.

Baby Genius? not quite.....

So as a mom I think we all have this "my baby is the smartest" idea in our head.  Well, Max is almost 4 months and I think this idea is becoming an issue.  I have started comparing him to other babies his age and realizing certain things he can't do.  People keep telling me that babies do things in their own time and each kid is different in their "growth" and "development".  I understand this concept, but no.  NO, No, no, NO, No no....Max will be the best at everything and he will be smarter than every other kid his age.  Except there is one slight problem.  Max can't do things other babies can do.  There are smarter and stronger babies out there.  Little Collin (my friend Nikki's baby) is a genius.  He can do baby pushups and roll over and now he even rocks back and forth getting ready to crawl.  I ask myself, why can't Max do any of these skills? So I will admit this.  I didn't even hear of the phrase "tummy time" until Max was 3 months old.  You probably are asking yourself, "is she serious?"  Yes, I am.  We were at his 3 month appointment and I saw this poster in one of the rooms stating you should start when the baby is a newborn.  I thought to myself, "holy crap"!  I've ruined my child of not having tummy time.  Am I really a horrible mom?  Have I ruined Max of his tummy achievements and capabilities?  This was on my brain for many, many days.

3 weeks later. (today)

So what. Did they have "tummy time" back in the pioneer days?  no.  Max is healthy, cute, talking, eating, pooping, crying, all of the many things every baby does.  So what if other babies can do cooler things.  I guess in his time he will figure it out.  Unless I force him to roll over and push his arms straight.  haha  Im not really kidding, but I'm over trying to figure out when he's going to achieve his "developmental" milestones.  Max can hear, talk, has 2 arms and 2 legs and may be the cutest little person I ever did see.  That is good enough for me.

But if he doesn't roll over in the next couple of weeks, he's gonna get it. (haha)

Here's my fatty weighing in about 16lbs 6 oz.