Sunday, January 20, 2013

Yes, We Still Play with Dolls

My mom came to ring in the New Year with us, arriving with two dozen ham biscuits, an armload of gifts, and a to-do list that consisted of exactly one item - kiss all over some babies.

And because my mom and I still squeal and giggle together over all things girly, we just couldn't resist the temptation to do this:

I'm fairly certain my (real) baby is whispering to the red-headed Cabbage Patch that her underwear is showing.  Floozy.

It was also right after this little photo shoot that I caught my husband trying to put his head in the oven.  He grew up in a house full of boys, so he finds our incessant giggling and fussing over chubby dolls from the 80's incomprehensible and also a little creepy.  

But luckily the man-gods heard his faint cries from inside the oven and sent down snow, and therefore sledding, to restore the household's regular testosterone levels.  

I took a turn down the "big kid" hill and wiped out badly enough that it scared the duckling.  I was fine, but I guess no one likes to see their mom eat it on an icy hill, especially when she's dressed like this.  

I required only two things to nurse my bruised ego (and bottom) back to health....more baby snuggling and homemade pizzas.  

And wine. 

Luckily for me, my husband's homemade pizzas are a regular occurrence in these parts.  I hope to get around to posting the recipes here soon.  


  1. As many times as I see pictures of your children I still don't entirely believe they're real because they're just too perfectly cute.

    1. hahaha, then you must not be around when it's time for a diaper change...nothing cute about that! :)


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