Last weekend

What else could they be watching but MARCH MADNESS!

ok cuz, here's the plan...we'll create a diversion...

Then make a break for it!

Sometimes, the shoes make the outfit.

Sometimes, the shoes are the outfit...

Blog Slacker???

I was so accused by someone (who, I would like to point out, has not updated HER blog in a week, during which time I have made three postings) of being a blog slacker. Sooo, here are some photos for all you blogstalkers out there.

Ryanne with my friend from law school, Shannon. Ry loved meeting Shannon.

I tried cropping L Mo out of this picture, but then determined that having an entire kitty in a photo was far better than having just the rear end of a kitty in a photo.

My kids with Laura. I should mention that Ryanne thinks Laura is the best, and does not want anything to do with me when she is around.

Out of focus but still pleasing.

Cell phone pics

The other day I was helping Ryanne get dressed...when we got to the pants she insisted "Ryanne do it! Ryanne's turn!" I was very impressed when she got one pant leg on properly, then the other leg in, and pulled them up. Then I noticed something was just not right.
Here is my grandmother, the kids' great-grandmother, with Alexander. This was the first time she met him. We had fun visiting her at her new place.

My little man Alexander was all smiles this morning...
until I broke out the camera of course.

Goofin' around with my dad

Have a great weekend y'all!

Cutie!

I wish I were this photogenic!!!

*I'm not posting any more Alexander pics until his acne clears up. So check back in, oh, 20 years.

Comparison

Ryanne at 2 months

Xander at 2 months

They definitely look like siblings I think!

Underneath the acne, he really is cute.

Ryanne eating one of the chocolate chip M&M cookies she helped make, while watching her Cougs trounce Oregon.

Ryanne-isms

Peering over my shoulder as I change a stinky baby diaper: "It's poop again!" (I guess we should stop quoting Adam Sandler movies around her.)

To Alexander as he fussed in his bouncer: "Be quiet baby! Be quiet!" Apparently his quiet fussing was ruining her ability to enjoy her breakfast.

When the baby spits up all over himself: "Oh MAN! Milkface."

While pointing at the pants I was putting on this morning: "Daddy's jeans!" Thanks Ryanne.

Bathtime smiles

Who's walking whom here?