I haven’t blogged since SUNDAY. That’s kinda crazy.
But, life has been good busy. Lots of people visiting. Daddy off of work. Lots of new toys to play with. Lots of new toys to find homes for.
The very limited screen time has been nice.
This is why I could never be a professional blogger. I like to be flaky sometimes.
Well, really…I like to squish this little pork chop is more like it.
I’m telling you…happiest baby ever.
And he’s found his toes. Which he plays with constantly. And takes the cute factor to a whole new echelon of adorable.
We snuck out for a late night date (after kids were in bed) while we were visiting family.
My all time favorite dessert is a Pizookie…but since dairy is still off-limits for me (Owen gets sick…Henry was the same way…dumb kids)…it’s not nearly as awesome. It’s really just a big, warm cookie. Good, but not quite the same without the heaping scoop of vanilla bean ice cream melting on top.
This is her “smile”. Girl sees a camera and this is what I get.
Her nose? Carpet burn. She gave herself.
She thought it was hysterical to crawl around while dragging her face on the floor because she couldn’t see where she was going and would run into things. I’m talking laughing-so-hard-she-could-hardly-breathe. Apparently carpet burn on the bridge of her nose was worth it.
I love cooking.
I love baking.
I do not love taking the extra time to make it pretty. I just want it to taste delicious.
This is the second time in my life I’ve made cookies that you roll out, cut and decorate.
It may very well be my last. I just don’t have the patience for it. Yet, I could easily spend all day cutting, chopping, sauteing. Leave the pretty-ness to the bakeries.
Jilly got a french braid from her cousins.
Good thing because I don’t know how.
Mom of girls fail.
Are you at that stage in your life where you really have to think of what you want for Christmas?
I mean, there are a couple of high dollar things I wouldn’t mind…but obviously we haven’t won the lotto yet.
This year I asked for a new robe and slippers.
Andy laughed and said he felt like he was married to an 84 year old woman.
I don’t care. I’m cozy.
The girls got baby dolls that came with matching dresses.
They have been worn almost constantly since Christmas morning.
(Lu got Rapunzel…more pics will be in my Christmas post…whenever I get around to it…ack.)
This boy continues to smile.
Because that’s what he does.
The picture really doesn’t do it justice.
I call this Christmas Shrapnel.
All the wrapping and ribbon and bows are picked up. The bigger toys have found homes. But it’s all the random, itty, bitty stocking stuffers and chapsticks and candy that take foooooreeeeevvvverrrrr to put away.
I finally cleaned this up yesterday. It took me an hour. And I kept cursing whoever’s dumb idea it was to buy all these silly tchotchkes in the first place. Oh wait…
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