(1)So yesterday I linked up with Grace at Camp Patton thinking I could feel all unguilty about not going on about how cute my kids are and how great my husband is, et al. but then I read (every single one of) the other posts linked up with her and almost everyone shared pics of their adorable kids anyway!
I'm the worst mother in the world.
In reparation for my sins, here is the adorable Thanksgiving pic I took of chubba-lub Mare Bear celebrating her 5th month birthday....
It's okay if you're giggling uncontrollably. I totally understand!
Speaking of yesterday, do you recall the no jackets we were all sportin' in the out of doors? With the sun shining?
I don't know if you can see, but Ceci is wearing purple crocs (no socks). Lizzy has flip flops on. They're playing the ever-popular traditional Thanksgiving game "Dig up the Foundation of the House". It was not cold.
Then this morning...
Speaking of surprises, back in the summer, the sweet and generous Suzi Lunt sent me a Shabby Apple gift certificate as a birthday/happy arrival-of-baby present. But I was super clever and didn't spend it right away because I wanted to get something that I would be able to wear for a long time and not shrink out of right away.
Clearly I'm in no danger of shrinking out of anything very soon because I finally ordered a dress....
Sorry Aunt Alicia- looks like I'll be wearing a sweat suit to the Christmas party this year. Nothing personal!
Ready to cleanse your eyeball-palettes of all that postpartum whining? Is it still allowed to be called "postpartum" if your baby is 5 months old? Then watch this. But maybe not if kids between the ages of 4 and 14 are in earshot if you have an aversion to them starting to say the word a$$ (<----v. v. v. v. sensitive of me, yes?). The crazy mcfunniness far outweighs the minor language blip, I promise.