Archive for January 17th, 2011

January 17, 2011

17.365: Another Foggy Day

It seems like it’s always foggy here this time of year. It was a gorgeous day but the evening was still murky.

The Tule Fog rolls in and everything gets hidden. I noticed that these trees have new buds forming on them, so I’m taking that as a sign that Spring will be here tomorrow, no matter what the fog is trying to convince me.

I’m ready. Really, really ready. It can’t only be January, can it?

January 17, 2011

16.365: I’m having a love affair with baby feet

They are so squishy and weird. What’s not to love?

At least until he gets a little older and they start to smell strange.

January 17, 2011

15.365: Moving one kid means you have to move them all.

Now that Little is out of his old room, Oldest and Middle don’t have to share.

Middle is pretty pleased with her new crib.

January 17, 2011

14.365: It’s not a closet anymore

I moved the Littlest Kid into my closet instead of giving him an entire room that he doesn’t really use.

This is certain to drive me insane, isn’t it?

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January 17, 2011

13.365:Birthday presents in the mail

I fully approve of people sending me presents in the mail. Everyone should do it.

These are from my Mom. Good job, Mom!

January 17, 2011

12.365: In Which Jillian Michaels kicks my ass

Hardcore.

I bet you are probably supposed to be able to get up off the floor and go about your day after her Shred DVD. Uh… I can’t.

January 17, 2011

11.365: The Hair, take two

I have bangs.

I haven’t had bangs since I was eighteen. It’s very strange. Possibly in a very bad way. We’ll see.

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January 17, 2011

9.365: The Hair

When you spy your normally perfectly coiffed dad across the breakfast table and he looks like this?

You know it’s going to be a great day.

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January 17, 2011

8.365: Tomorrow she turns 32

Her owner isn’t owning up to her age.

 

January 17, 2011

7.365: Queen of Everything and Then Some

The Middle Kid is wearing a very plush gown.

The Oldest has fallen asleep on her train. This sort of thing happens all the time at the best balls.