Christmas Was A Long Time Ago, Let Me See If I Can Remember

Grandma did not approve of my cookie dough ball that was ten times the size of all the others.

Okay I’m done baking cookies, who’s going to clean up this mess?

Can my new friend come over for Christmas dinner?

Yes Mother, I’ll tell Daddy, 20th month birthday picture, uh huh, with the rabbit, yeah, no I won’t forget, no I won’t let him forget…

Seriously Grandma, what *is* that little star?

Why is Mommy getting a present if it’s not even Christmas yet?

You know what I’m always asking? Why don’t they have Publix here in Kentucky?

You guys came all the way from Florida and they couldn’t even take the sheets off the couch?

Okay, these are for the reindeer, and Santa, yep I got it.

Uh guys, either the reindeer already got here, or I just got a little hungry.

Gama, if this is a book about how *not* to handle babies, how come it all seems so familiar to me?

No holiday is complete without a trip to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Don’s house.

It was ladies night at Chuck E Cheese so we all went out trolling for cute boys.

Hey guys, that one moved, I swear!

Uh, Uncle Ed! I think your guy died. No, I don’t know how that happened.

I think I’m going to need a pair of socks, these shoes are a little loose.

No officer, I haven’t been drinking, and I don’t know how that bear got up there.

Gama, can I be honest with you? I did not make this.

I remember when playing with the cousins meant just laying there and looking cute. Now we can dance!

You did good Uncle Ed.

I don’t care if they can see your white butt all the way in East Mississippi, Daddy, more ride!

This is a pretty short book. We can probably finish it before I sink into the couch forever.

Hugs!

Yeah I’m getting more ice. Now this ice might taste a little like foot. But that’s normal.

Yeah you guys keep distracting yourselves with old pictures. I’m going to read up on this Santa guy. He sounds very interesting.

Whoa it’s like Grandpa is *in* the book!

Help, they’re kissing my face off!

A Turkey Laid an Egg and Hatched a Little Christmas Elf

I’ve passed the baby-of-the-family baton off to little Emory. She’s doing great and might even let Uncle Darren and Aunt Natalie sleep through the night one of these days!

I dunno who half these people are, but I sure am glad this was a potluck, because they sure do eat a lot!

Lyla swore to tell everyone that Aunt Nancy was sharing her “apple juice” in the sippy cup.

Ring-around-the-rosy on a full stomach of thanksgiving dinner, what could possibly go wrong?

Okay Isabella, hold on, I’m going to pop a wheelie!

Quick while Mommy and Daddy are too stuffed with stuffing to chase us, jump on the furniture!

Daddy said not to worry, that he’d clean everything up… Mommy was skeptical.

Mommy is normally straight laced. Sometimes she gets all tickly though!

Some Sunday mornings I look at myself and ask, what does it all mean?

We’re reading the color book on a day when none of my outfit colors match… isn’t it ironic?

Chuck E Cheese doubles as a driver’s-ed school.

I’ve got to focus on not falling off!

Aww my horse came in last, that’s really a shame. I guess we’re off to the glue factory.

I haven’t seen that much spin since Mommy had to explain why she drank eleventy teas after 6pm on a Sunday night and kept Daddy up till 3am!

Umm… It’s leaning… a little to the left… no the right… oh I dunno which is which!

This ornament came from a distillery too? I’m astonished, really.

Mommy can we get a real dog for Christmas?

Just then Daddy came out in his own elf suit…

Are you sure they’ll be enough room under the tree for all of Santa’s gifts?

Ahh so these are the overflow containers for all the gifts that don’t fit under the tree? You guys think of everything!

Boo!

I’m doing my part in the Occupy Laundry Room movement.

I think Daddy’s pumpkin kinda looks like him…

We’re back at the farm and there’s even more hay this year!

Mommy was nervous I’d fall into the hay. Yes she really does worry about stuff like that. She’s a Mommy, that’s what Mommies are for!

Daddy’s are for helping you ride a horse, and when you halfway fall off, they just let you hang out.

Hey Mom this pumpkin’s not even real!

Ooh thank you Mrs. Hepler, my first real trick or treat negotiation was a success!

Mom picked out my Strawberry Princess Fairy costume, and it was great, but this kid’s costume looked almost too real!

Videos!

Keep Your Eye On The Tree

http://www.box.net/shared/rgqm5lgnhayidbupa4ey

The Ride Was Long

http://www.box.net/shared/logaa0je3j73ue8e30hb

Running In The Pumpkin Patch

http://www.box.net/shared/mtkjntckd3vmj3j3877a

You Can’t Hear Me Say It

http://www.box.net/shared/szz9baaficolbripa26i

The Leaves Of Fall

Mommy and Daddy are trying to teach me how to smile by poking my cheeks like this… cheese! After 17 months you’d think my sweet face would be enough but noooo.

I’m on the big girl swing, now. I guess I’m ready to drive a car, smoke cigars, date older boys, and get a tattoo on my bum, right?

These sunglasses only increase the chances I’ll fall through the playground bars by 17%.

Smile! The last time Daddy brought me into the bird cage at the zoo, they bit his ears off. What you don’t believe me? With this face? They grew back, I’m telling you!

It’s all smiles now, but it got ugly about 10 minutes after this pic, when Mommy started begging Daddy to take her to Panera for “just one more tea!”

Zoo… so much fun… gotta make it to Panera…

This pizza dough doesn’t taste right. I think we got some paper in it. I detect the faint aroma of a 17 page credit card statement.

Man I am getting sooo old. I’m way to big for that crummy old high chair. But this new booster seat is pretty comfy on my tookus.

I like to help Mommy look pretty. Here I am evening out her skin tone. You should see how long it takes to apply the concealer under her eyes. Why doesn’t she get more sleep?!

Chillin’ on the playground, swining in the breeze.

Ahoy matey! Talk like a pirate day was so much fun, I’m going to be a captain. All I need now is a crusty old boat covered in barnacles and sea weed, and a scraggly crew of no-good vagabonds to boss around. Oh wait, I have Mommy and Daddy, and I know where they keep the keys to the Jetta Wagon. I’m ready to sail the seven seas!

Daddy, it’s called the Susan B. Komen Run For The Cure, not the “Boobie Dash”!

The fall festival at my old daycare was great. They had ten different kinds of chili. Sure I pooped fire for three days, but it was worth it.

Gotta keep my poker face, I don’t want anybody to think I’m getting soft in my old age.

Hmm I wonder why Daddy has started cropping Mommy out of all the camera shots?

Get up little boy, we gotta keep bouncing, or they’ll let the big kids back in here, and we’ll be crushed!

It’s Ms. Edith my original daycare teacher! She taught me how to roll over, sit up, crawl, everything I knew when I was 6mo. Now that I’m all grown up I can reflect on the good times we shared.

I was sorting diapers and I found these shoes. Who do you suppose left them in here? Mommy and Daddy are always leaving things in such strange places.

For my 18 month photo I ‘m doing my best Mona Lisa impression. I think I’ve got the smiley smirk just right.

A Few Movies

Here’s an extra added bonus, a few movies to keep you feeling loose.

Big Girl Swing

http://www.box.net/shared/iyn5vpiv694tjrrmouvd

This Is About As Exciting As

http://www.box.net/shared/ccya10qvdzuv9vhy9t8b

Chasing Birds

http://www.box.net/shared/iatla95y9dhpdyc0e1nc