Organizing the pantry

So, I don't know about you, but I don't like organizing and I wait the last possible minute there is to do it. I have a sister who is 13 months older than I am and she would have loved the job. She inherited all the cleaning genes, while I got the ones that are, well, would-rather-have-fun-and-not-organize genes. Well, I decided today was the day to dig through the pantry. I was sick of not being able to enter the pantry and reaching from the door to get stuff.

So this is what it looked like before:

Little Sam was so good. He played in his bouncer.

...But then got tired through all this and decided to sleep.

I couldn't believe all the stuff I pulled out! I didn't think

it was possible to load it back into the pantry, but I was

excited to be halfway done!

I couldn't believe there was a floor underneath all that!

Well, here is the final product. Yeah!

Sam at 4 months

Today my work asked for their keys back, which means I officially don't have a job. (I am sure I could go back). It's hard to move on, but I wouldn't change my life for anything. Sam has been growing and changing. Here are some picutres to show just how great my life is and how cute he is getting

Joys, Fears, and Obsessions

3 Joys:
-renting a redbox movie, buying cheetos, and having a great date night with Jared
-Waking Sam up in the morning to see him with the biggest smile ever.
-Visiting new sites.

3 Fears:
-Getting in a car crash
-Getting really heavy
-being a failure in life

3 Obsessions
-Throwing Jared's stuff away (the saver, while I am the tosser) to have a clean house
-watching tv
- eating right-salads daily, having breakfast (which consists of a malt-o-meal type of gound flax, sesame, and pumpkin seeds blended with cottage cheese and applesauce)