"If we don't shimmy....

this will never work."  Words spoken from the mouth of my husband as we were attempting to move a very heavy, and full might I add, dresser across the carpeted floor of our bedroom.  I couldn't help but think about how dead on he was by saying that in more ways than one.  The theme of our holiday break this year was kicking ass and taking names.  Seriously.  I don't think either of us realized how long our to-do list was until we were knee deep in it.  In addition to the post below from putting the finishing touches on the playroom, we managed to paint our bedroom, hang up all the wall art in there, get a treadmill into the basement, set up the "gym", fix one of the two ceiling fans, and cook a ton of food for Sean.

Speaking of the ceiling fan...I think that installing a ceiling fan is the true testament of a solid marriage.  We were standing in our living room with Sean playing on the floor nearby, when Scott broke out the ole step stool and attempted to take down the existing broken ceiling fan (which he broke by the way).  Of course there's never a home project that he embarks on that he doesn't need my help.  Immediately, he demanded I hold the fan while he unscrew the screws.  Can someone please explain why ceiling fans weigh 40 pounds?  Since my butt hasn't seen the gym since the birth of Sean or even before that, I was not physically ready for this challenge.  The next 5 minutes consisted of me whining that my arms hurt, which turned into my voice being raised, which turned into an entire verbal assault on Scott if he didn't hurry up.  Just as we thought we were successful, Scott touched the wires to unhook them and was shocked!  Sparks flew (literally!) and emotions ran high.  He then begged me to hold the fan hanging by one wire that had just sparked as he went to figure out why the power wasn't off.  There was screaming, a few choice words, and even some tears.  But, in the end, he realized the switch on the wall was still on, despite the power being shut off downstairs.  Duh! But, to redeem himself, he realized that he could fix our existing ceiling fan, hang it back up, and save us $150.  Well done, Scott!

More into my domain, here are a few of the items I made for Sean in my "spare time", a.k.a. 8:30pm-??  One of these days I'm going to learn how to just sit down at the end of an evening...

Cheddar/Broccoli/Carrot Nuggets:

Sweet Potato Fries (one of Sean's fav):

 Next up tomorrow:  Sausage Ryes, Turkey Loaf, and Mac N' Cheese Cups...

As holiday break concludes, I'm so grateful that we had the time to work on some of the projects we had our eyes set on since we moved in August.  While it wasn't as relaxing as years past, it feels productive.  And I'm grateful for the extra time with my tooter.  He goes to daycare tomorrow and Friday and after a day like today, I'm kind of excited for some time to myself.  Although, even typing that out makes me feel guilty.  So, I leave you with this as an explanation: