This Gal's Life

Hope your Easter is a scream

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 14:26:00 +0000

We are off to my parent's beach house for the holiday weekend. Because I've been so sick and becaue I'm lame, I didn't get around to taking the kids to see the Easter bunny this year. So I will leave you with this little gem from three years ago. Happy Easter!

Only 34 weeks left

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 22:45:00 +0000

Just an update on what I've been up to -

This pregnancy is kicking my ASK. I'm either sleeping, trying not to hurl, spending loads of time deciding what I want to eat, throwing out what I just decided I would eat, popping back Tums. Rinse. Repeat. I do sincerely love being pregnant, this is just not my favorite part. I'll deal with it though because hopefully it means that little sweet pea is getting nice and cozy.

We decided to tell the kids - they were excited for about a minute but didn't seem terribly impressed. They both did tell us, however, that they want a girl baby, and that her name should be Sara (Bubba's pick) or Dora (MJ's pick). Maybe we will go with Dora in the hopes of having a more Mexican looking baby friend.

My parents also know now courtesy of MJ and the big mouth she inherited from me. They came to visit this past Saturday, barely had time to take off their jackets before MJ blurted "Mommy has a baby in her belly!" In retrospect, expecting a 4-year-old to keep is secret is pretty ridiculous. Not the best strategy on our part.

So that's what is new on my end. It's hard to believe that something the size of a grape is wreaking such havoc on my body. Sweet little Dora is just hard at work.

Princess Potty Mouth

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 20:30:00 +0000

MJ: "Mommy, bubba said a bad word."

Me: "What did he say?"

MJ: "He said 'ask.'"

Me: "Well that's not a bad word honey.

That's what you say if you have a question.

Like when I ask you what you want

for dinner. Or when I ask you if you want to color."

MJ: "Ohhhh OK. Like 'I'm going to kick your ask.'"

Seriously no idea where she got little gem from. But I'm so glad to see my little chat with her answered any ambiguities she had about the word "ask."

My Calm, Relaxing TTC Story

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:50:00 +0000

It's been quite a whirlwind since I last posted. I had forgotten all of the lovely symptoms that go along with the first few weeks of pregnancy. I have zero energy which doesn't really go well with having two rambunctious kids and a horse-sized dog. I am thankful though for each and every symptom because it's a sign that little sweet pea is getting nice and cozy.

We had decided to unofficially start trying to conceive in January. I'm too much of a spaz and way too forgetful to take my temperature every morning, so we took a more relaxed route. I planned to stay completely calm during my TTC journey. Well, it's a good thing it didn't take that long because I was the furthest thing from calm.

On Al's birthday (CD 11 to you fellow TTCers), I thought "wouldn't it be nice to give Al a positive pregnancy test as a present?" So I took a test and was greeted with this result:

Holy tiny, pale line!! I freaked out, wrapped it up and presented it to Al later after dinner, all the while giving myself major props for such an awesome birthday present. Al's response: "what am I looking at here?" He thought I had hallucinated a line because he saw absolutely nothing. For realz? In case you are in Al's camp, here is a slightly edited version of the above picture:

(Don't hate on my penmanship)

Al, being the entirely too logical person that he is, didn't want to get his hopes up by getting all excited about a line he couldn't see. This really interfered with my excitement. So I waited a few days, retested, and got my clear as day positive!

I kid. That's what a normal, rational person would do. What I did was pee on many, many subsequent tests, and then scrutinized them under direct light. I also googled "evaporation lines" "home pregnancy tests" "first response" "faint positives" in every imaginable combination. I also may or may not have uploaded a picture to this site. Dear friends, I wish I was kidding. And it probably wouldn't surprise you that I also stalked this site.

Al saw me on the verge of insanity and had the common sense to hide my remaining pregnancy tests, and limit my use of google. Four days after my first test, and two days after my mild psychosis, Al gave me a test and that sweet second line showed up right away. And Al saw it too.

In November we will, God willing, become a family of five. I am so ridiculously happy! I am also hoping just a teeny bit that this one resembles me. It would be nice to not be mistaken for the Mexican nanny anymore.

*This post is linked to Rage Against the Minivan's Keepin It Real*

Expecting Al Clone # 3

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 17 Mar 2010 14:24:00 +0000

Bring on the rain. I kid.

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sun, 14 Mar 2010 03:04:00 +0000

Roof leaking again. Need a drink.

Almost one year ago, we noticed that the wall and ceiling in our bedroom were leaking. Long story short, we called our insurance company, they cut us a check, we paid our $1,500 deductible (SO sucky), hired degenerate general contractor, and he gave us a brand new bedroom.

We are entirely too naive and trusting, I'll be the first to admit it. General contractor screwed us over and didn't fix the cause, just put a little band-aid over it. That held up for about 8 months until the problems started all over again. With all of this lovely weather (over 70 inches of snow!), our bedroom has gotten worse and because of all the snow and rain, our new, trustworthy, wonderful contractor has been unable to begin work. Our insurance company hasn't been the best either - can you believe it? An insurance company dragging their heels to pay out a claim? Unheard of, I know.

So I have had to live with this:

and this

But on the plus side, at least my husband found a purpose for that pot that I haven't used since receiving it at my wedding shower. He's so creative.

And at the current moment, we are in the midst of a monsoon that will not let up until Monday. So until then we will have our own customized sound machine and I can fall asleep to the sound of the rain falling in my bedroom. Literally. I have managed to stay pretty positive throughout this and continue to be thankful for the roof over our heads. Even though it's a leaky one.

*This post is linked to Show My Face: Six Word Saturday!*

House of Sick

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 23:57:00 +0000

It figures that the first full week of nice weather we have, we are all sick. Well, everyone except for Al. Can someone please explain to me how a man who eats no fruits or vegetables and does not take vitamins always manages to avoid getting sick? Maybe I should look into the meat and carb diet he strictly follows. Seriously though, I've had a dry, nagging cough for two weeks, and the amount of snot and phlegm I expel from my body every morning surely qualifies me for some Guiness Book of World Records title. Just keepin' it real.

We have been doing a lot of this

and this

We did manage to make it out of the house to attend a cute Philadelphia Zoo-On-Wheels event where MJ was picked to hold an elephant ear.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grossed out by that. I mean, it's the ear of a dead animal. Kind of creepy. (Remember, I'm the gal who is scared of raw meat) MJ thought so too and insisted on leaving the event to wash her hands. Luckily, a mom next to us overheard and loaned her some hand sanitizer. It's funny because MJ has inherited nothing from my genes other than my neurosis. Poor girl.

If you've popped over from Friday Follow, I promise I don't always write about being sick and dead animal parts. Stay tuned for next week when I discuss bubba's obsession with butts. Riveting.

Wordless Wednesday

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 15:10:00 +0000

Retro pic of Al, the birthday boy.
And further proof that my children are clones of him.

Top Ten Tuesday: All Things Al

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 16:49:00 +0000

Here is Al spooning MJ when she was brand new. Be still my uterus.

In honor of Al's birthday tomorrow, here are the top ten things that make him the unique and wonderful specimen that he is.

1. He is such a wonderful father. He is a kid at heart and loves to get on the floor to play with the kids. You can count on him to be the biggest goofball at the playground, flying across the monkeybars.

2. He has an incredible work ethic. He is completely devoted to being the best at his job so he is able to provide for his family. His hard work has allowed me to be able to stay at home with my babies - I don't think he'll ever know how truly grateful I am for his sacrifices.

3. He may be the biggest dog lover that ever existed. We joke that he should have been a pet psychiatrist because his connection with all animals, but primarly dogs, is just unreal.

4. He can always make me laugh.

5. He does cute things like ^that^
(To see the photographer who captured that sweet moment, click here)

6. He has always been so supportive of me. Let's face it, not too many people would understand a gal going to law school, accruing insane amounts of law school loan debt, working for three years, and then deciding to stay at home with her babies. He has never once made me feel guilty about this decision, and even encouraged it because he knew it's where my heart is. I love him for that.

7. He is a closeted romantic. Remind me to tell you about how he proposed to me.

8. He is the least pretentious person you will meet. He doesn't know how to be fake, and he gets along with everybody.

9. He is a homebody. He much prefers to hang out at home, in his comfy pants (that I wish he would let me throw away), watch a movie, and eat pizza rolls.

10. He makes me the happiest gal in the world.

This post is linked to Oh Amanda's Top Ten Tuesday

32nd Street Blog Parade

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 14:53:00 +0000

I'm way late to this party, but better late than never, right?

1. What's your favorite time of the day, and why?
Early in the morning, when I can drink my coffee and catch up on my blogs in peace before everyone wakes up.

2. If health wasn't an issue, what food could you live off of?

Guacamole and chips. Definitely. When I was pregnant with MJ, I would polish off two whole avocados in one sitting. That picture makes me want to lick my computer screen.

3. If you could have one wish granted (besides wishing for more wishes), what would it be?
For our house to sell quickly when we put it on the market.

4. What's one thing that you get teased about a lot?
I tend to make up words and I mispronounce words all the time. I'm also awful at spelling. How I graduated college and law school I will never know.

5. If you could choose one movie, book, or TV show to spend your life in, which would you pick? What type of character would you be?
I would definitely want to be a student at Hogwarts, a Gryffindor of course.

6. If you could have one talent that you don't already have, what would it be?
I wish I knew how to knit and that my sewing skills were more developed. I also wish I were more crafty. Ohhh, or that I was better at designing websites. I would love to speak html more fluently.

7.If money were no object, where would you go on vacation?

Koh Samui, Thailand

or

Bora Bora

8. If you were an awesome singer, which genre would you sing?
I'm not sure what genre Sarah MacLachlan, Jewel and DMB fall under, but that would be it.

9. If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, what would it be?
Target. I have the hearts for Target and I'm pretty confident I could stretch that money o-u-t.

10. If you could live in any point in time, when would it be?
That's a tough one. I would have loved to live in the pre Civil War era, circa Scarlet O'Hara days just so I could wear those huge dresses.

11. If every outfit in your wardrobe had to be one color, what would it be?
Black. I don't mean to, but I usually end up purchasing mostly black clothing. So it's just a color I'm used to seeing myself in often. And it's the reason why my mom calls me Morticia.

12. If you were one of the seven dwarves, which one would you be?
(Doc, Grumpy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Bashful, Happy, or Dopey)
Definitely Sneezy. I have had a cold for the past week that I just can't shake. I coughed up a lung and a pound of phlegm this morning. Not pretty.

13. What's the last album you listened to?
Glee. The kids and I are obsessed with Volumes 1 and 2 and we are constantly singing songs from both albums. Much to the delight of Al.

14. What's something we'd be surprised to know about you?
I love tacky reality shows and goofy movies. Zoolander is one of my favorite movies - that's not something I'm very proud of.

Friday Follow

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 01:33:00 +0000

I'm always looking out for new blogs to read, although I should probably stop. My google reader count is up to 80. I can't help it - I love "meeting" new people and being able to catch glimpses into their lives =) I spotted this blog hop on A Mommy's Blessing and thought it would be fun to participate.

This is my first Friday Follow but here is what I have gathered - it is hosted by One 2 Try, Hearts Make Families and Midday Escapades.

You link up your blog with the MckLinky at any of the sites listed above (just add it on one blog and it will be seen on all of the blog hops). Follow the 3 Friday Follow hostesses (listed above) listed in the first 3 slots, and as many other blogs as you would like. Comment on the blogs you follow telling them you're from Friday Follow, and follow back when you get a new follower.

Easy!

"Look Mommy, big sticker!"

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:55:00 +0000

Yes, that is my son playing with a panty liner.
I think it shows real creativity on his part.
Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Retail Therapy

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 03:50:00 +0000

My little dude is giving me a hard time lately. I've really been struggling with ways to get through to him, and I know he's only three but trust me, he knows how to push my buttons.

Al, God bless him, heard the despair in my voice and came home early so I could escape the house by myself. That didn't exactly work out as planned because as I was putting on my boots to leave, MJ came over to me with puppy dog eyes, asking if she could come. Of course I said yes. I'm such a sucker.

My idea of good, quality shopping is probably very different though: the closer my bill comes to zero, the more fun I have.

I scored all of the above for $7. That and the cute quality time with MJ helped me completely forget that bubba was a gremlin today.

Happy Monday

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 15:53:00 +0000

It's going to be one of those days.

Running 5 minutes late this morning trying to get the kids out of the door to take MJ to preschool. Car door wouldn't open when I pressed the automatic door opener. Scared to open door with key because then car alarm will go off. After ten minutes of frantically pressing buttons, finally decide to unlock car with key. Hold my breath waiting for alarm to go off. Alarm doesn't go off. Realize that door opener and alarm are not working because the battery is dead. Flag down a neighbor to see if she will take MJ to preschool (her son goes there as well) and flag down another neighbor to help me jump my car. Realize how much my neighbors must hate me.

Car successfully starts with jump. Drive bubba around the neighborhood for 20 minutes because I'm scared to turn the car off. Realize that the radio/CD player are not working. After ten minutes of frantically pressing buttons, decide to consult the car manual. Discover that because the car battery died, the radio/CD player are disabled as some kind of anti-theft device. Further discover that they will start working if I enter a 6 digit code. Bang head against steering wheel. Call Al for the 20th time and complain. Discover that the code is written in the back of the manual. Do little victory dance and enter the code. Get an error message, wrong code.

So that's where I'm at friends. No working radio/CD player just in time for a road trip to NYC tomorrow with MJ. Not to mention that I'm now scared my car battery will just decide to go on strike again *knock on wood* My day would be at a complete loss if it weren't for this cute guy giving me peanut butter and fluff kisses.

Tundra Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 19:01:00 +0000

It is officially the snowiest winter ever for Philadelphia. Over 70 inches of snow (so far), and I'm so glad I was here to witness it.

*Please note the sarcasm*

I like to think I'm a pretty creative and fun mom, but with all of our days snowed in, I'm running out of fresh, exciting ideas. Here's what we have been up to the past few weeks - hold on to your seats.

Activities/Crafts - I filled empty wipes containers (I knew those would come in handy) with opposite objects (hard and soft, circles and squares, people and cars, etc.), blind-folded the kids, and had them sort the objects by touch. Bubba preferred to dump everything out on the floor and play with it, but my little gal LOVED this.

Coloring/Activity Books - I have no idea where this book came from but I am oh so grateful for it. It is full of mazes, connect the dots, and hidden picture activities. Even my active little dude will sit down to do this with MJ and I. Happy kids + hours of quiet, educational fun = priceless.

Dance parties - this is one of our favorite activities, even when it's not cold outside. Considering I exercise, ummm, never, it's a good way for me to get moving. Another thing we have just discovered is the exercise section on OnDemand - MJ and I love the yoga section and the Bollywood work-out under the "Dance Your Butt Off" section.

Tent houses - another one of our favorite things. This was one of the most epic tent houses I have ever created. I'm pretty darn proud of myself. I always make the kids separate little areas so we can cut down on the in-tent fighting and ultimate tent destruction.

Snuggling - this one is my favorite. There is nothing quite like having your two babies on your lap, covered with blankets, and watching one of our favorite family movies. I wonder if they will still want to sit on my lap when they are in their teens...

We are always looking for new, fun activities to do - if anyone has any they would like to share, we would appreciate it.

Wordless Wednesday: Why Mastiffs Rule

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 22:29:00 +0000

the most patient/laziest dog in the world

Worth Repeating

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 00:41:00 +0000

My little gal, bless her heart, is like any other child and can't list patience as one of her virtues. The other day, I was in the middle of washing dishes and she was asking me repeatedly for a drink. I calmly explained to her "honey, mommy has a lot that she does every day and you have to remember to give mommy a minute. I am busy and do laundry, clean, makes meals, run errands, and I can't always do what you want right away." She listened very intently, and I knew I had gotten through to her.

A little while later, I overheard MJ and Bubba up in her room. Bubba was trying with all his might to get his sister to play with him. This was her response: "I'm a very busy girl and I'm so sorry but I can't play with you right now. I have to color, play barbies, watch Max & Ruby, eat dinner. You just have to be patient with me, alright Bubba?"

It was SO. Ridiculously. Cute. And a good reminder that my days need to resemble my daughter's a bit more. I didn't decide to stay at home with my babies so I could spend the whole day cleaning.

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait for tomorrow,

for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my babies and babies don't keep.

Movie Monday: My Material Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 17:39:00 +0000

In an effort to upload more videos, I'm going to post one every Monday. Well I'll try to. Don't be surprised if this fizzles out after a few weeks.

I always love seeing videos on blogs because it puts a voice to the blogger. Anyone else want to join me?

(I should probably add that my little gal is the giant in the pink)

Tiara+Sweatpants=Hot

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 00:08:00 +0000

Don't you love it when you play dress-up with your kids, then a little later when you remember that you need to pick up more milk, you forget to take off your plastic tiara before going out?

The good people of Wawa, bless their hearts, didn't make mention of my awesome headpiece. This may have looked a little less ridiculous if I hadn't already gotten into my comfy night outfit which consists of a hoodie, tank top and sweatpants. I should probably be embarrassed about this but meh. At least I looked regal while shopping for my milk. At Wawa. With my two kids. In sweatpants. And a tiara.

*This post is linked to Rage Against the Minivan's Keeping It Real*

Rodents - The Bane of My Existence

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 02:20:00 +0000

I am not fond of small, furry critters. They terrify and disgust me. So naturally it would be our house that this awful squirrel decides he would like to move into. Last spring, this squirrel and what we assumed to be his lady friend, chewed their way into the air conditioner in our kitchen and made a nice little home there. Not only that, but they also chewed through the wiring in the unit and completely ruined our chances of having any cool air in the kitchen during the balmy summer months. A wooden spoon had a permanent spot on the kitchen counter so I could bang on the unit to try to scare them out should I hear them scratching around. And they were always scratching around. I dreaded going into the kitchen, convinced that one day I would discover them in my kitchen after they had chewed through the metal of the unit itself.

We didn't have many options as to how to get rid of these mangy creatures. As much as I hate squirrels, and especially these squirrels, I didn't want them to die, so poisoning them wasn't an option. I thought maybe we could hire someone to trap them and then release them somewhere far away, but Al didn't seem to think that would work. I was just kind of hoping that they would forget where we lived.

Sometime in August, they stopped coming and I thought my prayers had been answered. Turns out they were just on an extended vacation because just last weekend what should I hear but that oh-so-familiar scratching coming from the kitchen. I'm just thankful we were lazy in getting our air conditioner replaced because I would be majorly peeved if they had chewed their way through another unit. We are *this* close to putting our house on the market so we have to replace the unit, and I really don't feel like providing a brand new chew toy for them to destroy. I'm not a fan of having the label of squirrel killer so I'm speaking with an exterminator about my trap and release idea, but if that doesn't prove to be successful I think the end is near for these little beasts.

Winter Wonderland

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 00:12:00 +0000

This is what two consecutive Nor'easters look like. Just in case anyone was wondering.

Three Years Old

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:31:00 +0000

Sweet Boy,
Well, I had a nice Batman themed birthday party planned for you, but Mother Nature had other things in mind for your birthday. As I type this, we are in the midst of a huge Nor'easter and can expect 18-24 inches of snow. Not quite the day I had in mind, but I'm thinking it may be a blessing in disguise because now we can celebrate the day of your birth with just our little family. Sounds perfect to me.

What can I say about you bubba? You have the unique ability to be the most lovable and most frustrating little dude that ever lived. That's probably not a fair statement - you are just a typical, wild little boy - but I spend all day with you, everyday, and put up with your antics, so I'm allowed to call you frustrating.

You make me laugh - the kind of laugh that I can't control. You make the funniest faces and bring smiles to complete strangers' faces. I predict that you will be nominated "Class Clown" in high school. You are such a boy, the exact definition of the word, but you talk in the sweetest baby voice. You are a complete mama's boy and always want me to carry you, hug you, and dress you. I eat it up because I know it won't always be this way.

You have started coming into bed with us in the middle of the night. You always come to my side of the bed and climb in with me. But when I wake up you are all snuggled up and warm, right in between your dad and I. I really treasure the mornings with you. You call me "my precious."

You are growing up right before my eyes. In the past week you have become completely potty trained. You are speaking complete, full sentences, and surprising me everyday with your vocabulary. You amaze me. You are such a sweet-hearted little boy, and I'm so very blessed to be your mom. Happy birthday my precious.

I love you to pieces,
mama

Pure Randomness

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:18:00 +0000

1. Sometimes I underestimate my kids. I had a dentist appointment this week and didn't have anyone to watch the kids. So I had them pack up their book bags with a few of their favorite toys. Despite that, I was dreading the appointment and just knew that they would be a handful. They were angels. When I realized that I was surprised, I thought to myself "Why??" They are great kids and instead of expecting the worst from them, I should give them a chance and have a little faith in them.

2. Periodontal scraping is pure evil.

3. Diet A&W Root Beer is fantastic! Last weekend, I even concocted an alcoholic beverage featuring Vanilla Vodka, Diet A&W, and vanilla ice cream. Heavenly.

4. Those OAMC (Once a Month Cooking) gals really may be on to something. I cooked and shredded 5 lbs. of chicken last week and it was so great to have that on hand to make enchiladas, chicken salad, nachos, and pizza. It took next to no time to do but saved me SO much time when I went to whip up dinner.

5. The bigger the dog, the bigger the baby. Over the past two days Layla has decided that she is too scared to cross the one inch of crate necessary to exit. And that it's just a better idea to sit in her crate and whimper. It's quite pitiful. MJ and I have entice her to come out by laying a carrot on the floor.

6. Potty training your kids is overrated. Now that bubba is potty trained (no accidents in 3 days!), most of my day consists of running him to the bathroom every time he feels the slightest urge to pee. Which is kind of what the point of potty training is, but terribly inconvenient for me.

7. The Girl Scouts are robbing people blind. I bought a box of the lemon cookies for MJ and they were $3.50! For about 12 cookies. Considering it took us two days to eat the box, I'd say that's a waste of money.

8. Muppets Take Manhattan is timeless. It was great 15 years ago, and it's still great today. The kids and I have been singing "Together Again" all week. I'm sure it's been quite enjoyable for Alby.

9. Pita bread will now be a staple in our house. I randomly gave the kids some turkey in a pita and they gulped it down. Since then anything and everything that I've put in a pita they have loved.

10. I started this post yesterday and am just now finishing it. That's sad.

He's practically in college

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 23:14:00 +0000

We decided it was probably about time that this little dude make some progress on his New Year's resolution: to cut out the diapers and start using the potty. So this morning we went cold turkey, hid all the diapers in the closet, and brought out the big boy pants. The guide we are using suggested that we throw all the extra diapers out in the trash, but I have a complex when it comes to throwing stuff out.

After some slight confusion on my part as to whether he should be standing or sitting (we settled on standing - reason 1,876 I'm glad I'm a girl), he took right to it and has only had 2 accidents today. It's only the first day so I'm pretty excited about that. And I have to admit that I got teary when he peed on the potty for the first time. Don't judge me for that please. How did he get old enough to be able to do that? These past three years have flown by.

I wanted to take a picture of him on the potty but then I remembered my dad showing the same picture of me to friends and relatives, so I showed some compassion. Plus, I already have tons of pictures where his sister has dressed him as Jasmine and her other favorite princesses. I can always torture him with those later.

Friday Photoshoot

noreply@blogger.com (Tess) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 04:11:00 +0000

It's been frigid in our area lately - we're talking in the teens. Not a fan.

I realized I have been slacking in the photography department lately. So the kids and I had a toddler photoshoot. While MJ played with magnets, I clicked away.

And not to be left out, here's bubba.

That last one is his signature look.