Monthly Archives: January 2013
Mama: say cheese!
Happy throwin’ back, everybody! And happy almost birfday to Bubba’s cutie pie of a sister … the little monkey Mo will be four tomorrow, yikes! (Yes, Bubs. There will be cake.)
Count ’em. one-two-three-four-five.
FIVE cheesy slices disappeared down this-right-here pie hole.
Aw, yeahhh. I got my eye on you, six.
Allllll around the mulberry bush,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey stopped to pull up his sock…
[*Jack pops creepily and unexpectedly out of box*]
Oh-my-what-the-crap was THAT?!
I did NOT think he was gonna fly out of there again. Man. Every time, he gets me. Every. Time.
I feel like Taylor Swift when she wins awards.
Pure, natural, unforced shock and surprise.
Alright, wind it up again.
Uhhhh. Can you repeat the question?
Oh, that’s right … how did Mo get milk all over her head and on the living room floor.
Ah yes, nowwww I remember. There I was, sitting by the window all nice and quiet, organizing my trucks like you asked me to, when all of a sudden she takes both of our sippies…
And just starts shaking them on top of her head like this. Like, some kind of crazy person. I thought maybe she had just won the World Series or something. I mean, the girl just went nuts. But yeah, it was 100% her, totally, all by herself, the whole thing.
Yeah. Yeah that’s what I saw. Crazy.
…how did SHE say it happened?
A bit o’ fun news, errrybody! I finally got around to updating our Face Finder page – so now every picture that we’ve ever posted is available for easy finding and sharing. It’s like a mini FaceBaby Facebook (puh-puh-puh-lease don’t sue me, Mr. Zuckerberg).
As in, plural?
Like, more than one chin?
…whyyyyyyyyy I oughtta!
happy #tbt everybody!
I know, this bitter-cold weather is serious stuff.
And I should never go outside unless I have lots and lots of layers on.
And my hands could freeze off if I’m out there too long.
And I better not even think about leaving the house without a big fuzzy hat covering my ears.
It’s dangerous. I get it.
I’m JUST opening the door to get the mail.