Saturday, January 21, 2012

random shot that makes my heart trip

She look so sweet and non-devious....

ho ho ho hat

Just some Christmas fun. That bottom L might be the closest I'll come to catching her squinty eyed funny girl look. The one that she does on purpose when she's being silly and wants to make me laugh. I love that look so much.


My two "cooker" girls. Evie would much rather play during the work and then just eat the goods later. Those are peppermint oreo truffles .... mmmm, one of my new favorite holiday cookies. Thanks to my sis in law (who first intorduced em) for those extra pounds !
Don't you just love those serious faces and those little toddler hands so studiously rolling!

dec 17 - smiles are starting

But he's got his cheeks ready and waiting for those big grins.

making it pretty

Friday, January 20, 2012

the great tree disaster

We try and wait to put up our tree so it's closer to actual Christmas and so we properly celebrate the Thanksgiving and Advent seasons.  It's so hard on the littles that are absolutely bursting full of Christmas wants though. Rosie was especially bad this year, she was literally bouncing up and down with Christmas joy several times during the season. This year was hard - new place, new baby and one tired, overwhelmed, exhausted Mama. So we made our bucket list and I crossed my fingers that I could make it happen. She talked about THE TREE constantly and asked 3, 547 times a day when we were going to go get it. All I can say about getting the tree is that we did it... the tree farm was an overpriced joke - do you see how bare it was? All they had were those trees that won't hold heavy ornaments but we did happen to find this one sort of scratchy pine that the girls loved but had Nate and I laughing. And did I mention Fletcher was screaming the entire time which made me completely frazzled because he does not do that. Or how about that the only place to park was right in front of where the workers were so I couldn't nurse him in peace. Oh, sit the ground?  This was the first sunny day in forever, it was a squishy wet mess out there. And the kicker? Paying for our scrawny, patchy tree (seriously, the dudes working looked at it and said "we didn't know we had any saleable ones of these left") at the same time a tv crew was interviewing Mr. Tree Farmer.... while Juliana shreaked in pain  because we mistakenly thought putting some chapstick on her chapped lips would help. Not exactly the warm fuzzy memories we were hoping for but more than a little funny in retrospect.

Can I leave?

Another one that lights up when Daddy gets home. Sometime, could I maybe leave the kids so I can get that reception?