Little Santa Baby

Okay, tell me this little onesie is just soooo cute. I was at Farmers last week (the major department store in NZ) and they were having this big Spring sale where everything was on sale. I just couldn't resist getting this set of 3 outfits - I've wanted to find a red outfit to bring out baby home in - a little Christmas outfit. Although looking at the striped outfit it kind of reminds me of 'Where's Waldo' ha ha. I've been trying not too purchase any more baby clothes b/c we already have a fair amount of used items and well the baby doesn't care what he's wearing but sometimes it's just so hard to resist. I justified buying this for 4 reasons

1. It's RED - perfect for Christmas (hey I could've got a santa suit!), AND....if our next baby is a girl....she can wear it too!

2. It was on Sale

3. It had the side snaps - which apparently everyone tells me is easier to get on than over the head ones - but who knows

4. It's for the BABY - I don't feel guilty buying him clothing...especially when I can't fit into super cute clothes anymore.

Speaking of Christmas....on Sunday morning it felt just like it. At 8am the All Blacks were playing France in the quarter finals of the World Cup (the game was live from Europe, which explains why the whole country was up at the crack of dawn getting ready to view the game on TV). We hosted a small group of people at our house to watch the game and eat a big breakfast together. We have this great projector and pull down screen in our lounge for watching movies an sports games - it really does make it feel like you're at the theatre or bar with massive screen. Anyways....this wasn't just any game. It was the game of the year. The whole country watched it (the Rugby world cup only happens once every 4 years) and as most of you know, Rugby is THE sport of NZ. Bigger than anything else - almost like a religion. Seriously.

To make a long story short. NZ lost. We were expected to win the whole thing and we were knocked out of the quarter finals. All of NZ has been in a bit of a depression since Sunday. The stock market is expected to slow, the morale of the country has been crushed, the coaching staff have all resigned, and well basically...it's not good. But...it's just a GAME. NZ will snap out of it (eventually).

It reminded me of Christmas though b/c everyone got up early, ate a big yummy breakfast, and all sat around together - except we were all glued to the TV instead of opening presents. Give me Christmas over Rugby anyday! Especially THIS YEAR - yay!!!!

Last Saturday we attended an engagement party for our friends, Karl and Kylie. This is a picture taken at the party with James, his mom Jo, and stepfather Bruce.

Sometimes I almost forget that I'm pregnant - except for the kicks that remind me every now and then - but the other guests at the party couldn't let me forget. Being pregnant is like having a constant ice breaker with strangers - everyone likes to comment on my belly, and some go so far as even touching it! If I wasn't pregnant and someone touched my belly I would be a bit put off - after all it is a pretty sensitve part of the body. I think the next person that touches my belly I'm going to ask them to rub my feet as well! Ha ha! No seriously, I don't mind it that much, or talking about baby stuff to random strangers - after all it is pretty exciting. What did I talk about before we were pregnant?! Hopefully post baby I'll be able to remember, and I'll have a flat stomach and have to come up with other ice breaker for meeting strangers at parties.