Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

Please note: I do not watch the tv show Family Guy, nor do I recommend watching it, judging by the "suggested" movies on the side bar of Youtube. Looks dirty. 

(No offense if it is your favorite show.)

That being said--

At the end of today I felt a lot like this:

 Ah. That's better.

Remember When It Was Christmas?

Yeah. Me too.

We decided to try decorating our own stockings this year.

Loved it. 

Isn't Kirby's awesome? It's a rollerblade. :)

We didn't have room for a tree in our little place, so I improvised.

Emily loved those lights. 

Kirby took the entire week between Christmas and New Years off, plus a couple days before.

Bring on the media overload. 

Fate. Mythbusters. Chips & Salsa.

Teaching Emily how to media overload in style. 

Random shot from a Christmas shopping excursion. 

This picture cracks me up.

How BORED does Sydney look here!? 

"Yeah yeah. This happens ALL the time..." 

 I love this shot of Emily's toes. I have one just like it from when she was only 2 months old. 

Blast. I was gonna do a side-by-side, but can't find it right now...

The Latelies.

Ah yes. Remember us? 

Don't worry.

We're still stinkin' cute!

 Sydney's putting all sorts of stuff in her mouth these days. She REALLY doesn't like that tutu in her mouth, but somehow she can't seem to resist it.

Emily spends a lot of time on the floor.

Unfortunately, a good portion of the time she is throwing herself on the floor. Thank you, my child, for making me feel like the mother of the year. :)

But there's a whole lotta sweet mixed in the the tantrums, too, and my little miracle on Tuesday was that I actually caught some on camera. 

She was rocking back and forth, so the focus is a bit off, but I love it all the same! This one's gotta go up on the wall!

MIRACLE, I tell you!

This is the first time in at least a year that she's consented to let me take a picture of her.

She usually sprints at me (and let me tell you--she's speedy!), wanting to see pictures of herself in the LCD.

Maybe, just maybe, my explanation that I can't show her pictures of herself if she won't let me take any has finally sunk in???

Maybe???

A Rude Awakening.

This morning I was awakened by Emily smearing chapstick all over the lip region of my face. 

Who knows how long she had been doing it. I am a VERY deep sleeper. 

Just ask Kirby.

Or any of my girlfriends from high school.

She was talking softly and gently to me, but either I was too tired to discern what she was saying, or she was speaking her own little secret language. 

I will be blaming her for any future breakouts in that region for the next three weeks. 

Well, chapstick--we had a good run. 

Looks like you won't be spending nights on my bedside table anymore. 

I know. I know.

Bummer.