The Boots

I received a tonne of emails...ok, two...asking about Mr. Man's boots in that previous post. I told him that mommy's "imaginary friends" thought his boots were super cool, and asked him to model them.

He was only too happy to oblige.


Coolest boots eva, eh?

Baby got back!

I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
So, Mamas! (Yeah!) Mamas! (Yeah!)
Has your baby got the butt? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake that healthy butt!
Baby got back!




Thank you Sit Mix-A-Lot. Who know you were a cloth diaperer at heart? Way to go :D

She's got him wrapped up tight

Tight around her little tiny baby fingers. Which is only fair since her world revolves around her daddy-waddy-snuckums.




You know, it's a damn good thing I've got the lactating boobs, otherwise she wouldn't lower herself to even give me, her mother, who birthed her 7lbs 15 oz self, AT HOME, with no pain meds, the time of day.

I mean really. She doesn't look at *my* face like this



maybe my boobs though....

I think we can keep her

For most boys, going 3 days without seeing their little sister would be a very cool treat. A blissful vacation. A heaven sent break from the annoying little squirt who insists on fallowing you around and drooling on all your toys. Err, sorry about the drooling big brother. SO sorry. I'll see you tomorrow ;)

But wait, no, this isn't about me, the poor younger sister, the poor poor ignored youngest child, left to run wild while her older brother gets all.the.attention. No tonly is it not about me, but I also don't have any long lasting issues surrounding being the youngest. Nope, not me.

Now, *my* youngest won't have the same fate. Why? Because not only is she neither ignored or left to run wild, but her older brothe ris quite fond of her.

Quite fond indeed


I think what he missed the most while in the hospital was his sister.

All together now....awe!

If you have a queasy stomach...

I highly recommend you skip this post.

Seriously, I advise you to not look.


Trust me, if you gross out easily, this is not for you.










Did you hear me? Cause like, i ain't paying to de-puke your computer keyboard. No way no how.






ok, seriously? You think you can handle....the puke? truth? the....Stitches?



Tada!



Mr. Man has his tube out and tomorrow the last of the bandages come off. He is officially in full fledged recovery mode.

And he's using it too, don't you think otherwise. Mr. "I wanna watch my tv shows because you made me go to the hospital" knows how to play his poor dear ol' ma.

(my own attempt at PW's seventies feel. I don't have PS, so it's all old school)

i *heart* faces week 8!

I missed last week. I can't really be upset about that, since, well, I was in the hospital with my adorable son, so really. Kinda busy. But I'm baaaack now! From outer space! or the hospital, ya know.


This week....Messy. I have all the traditional first birthday cake smash pictures, eating spaghetti, solids, tuna fish...you name it, it's been on my boy's face. So I tried to find something different. Kinda. SO here's my shot.
The adult one was TOUGH. SO i made do. Not my favourite, but I played around with it to make it...different.


If you haven't already checked them out, check em out!




Messy: kids


Messy: adults

My son, the optimist

Ever since that one nice day two weeks ago, my little guy has decided that winter is over and it is now spring, thankyouverymuch.

Never mind that it's currently -22 degrees out, with a light layer of snow covering the ground.

Never mind that snow is actually falling from the sky.

Never mind that boogers freeze at this temperature.

It is Spring, don'tcha know. Logan says so. And as such, he refuses to wear a winter jacket, hat, mitts or heaven forbid...winter boots.

Of course none of this has to do with the incredibly cute froggie boots that just happened to be gifted to him two weeks ago. Nope, not connected at all, not one little bit.