Thursday, January 9, 2014

A Mexican March.

March 2013, take me back . . . to MEXICO!!! Forget that March is when I turned 33 (lame-o). Just take me back to the place where the sun burns away sorrows and blankets the people in bronze.

All that to say, if I could do March 2013 over again, I would. And I wouldn't change one thing.























I take that back. I would change one thing. The moment Harper pooped her pants at the airport, on the way to Mexico. And then puked on the plane. And then threw up in the airport shuttle. Twice, I think. I'd change all that. (I must give the girl props, though. She knows how to aim. Girlfriend puked in a cup and didn't miss a drop.)

Monday, January 6, 2014

And now I can't get that dang one-hit-wonder outta my head.

Whenever I think of February, I think of Mardi Gras (Oh how I miss you, Baton Rouge. And king cake. King cake, come to momma. King cake makes everything better.) Mardi Gras makes me think of Mambo No. 5 (I always hear "A little bit of Monica" to be "A little bit of Mardi Gras.") And then I feel sad because nowhere in Lou Bega's list of ladies does he mention an Alison or an Ali or heck, I'd even settle for an Alice.

The other thing about February, it's my baby girl's birthday. And February 2013 was the month my baby girl turned ONE! Which means that February 2014 is the month my baby girl will turn TWO! And this is exactly why I did not ring in the new year with party poppers and champagne. No siree, Bob. No ma'am. Because once my baby turns two then big brother turns six and then big sister turns five, and do you see what is happening here? Everyone is getting older and no one is getting younger and I cannot have that. I cannot and will not and no no no.

However, there is one saving grace to this very dismal February situation. Birthdays around here mean cake. And not just any cake (not even king cake). Birthdays mean my mother-in-law's always spectacular infamous cake, and girl, did she ever bake a cake for my baby's birthday.

Her cakes make everything better. Even February.














A little bit of February in my life.

It was a darn good month (with some darn good cake).

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Last year.

Happy 2014, y'all.

I haven't posted pics of the kids in ONE WHOLE YEAR. And I fear they will never know their childhood. In 15 years, where will they turn to see how adorable they were as tiny little people?

Scrapbooks will fail them. Facebook and Instagram will frighten them (their momma has been much too open and honest.) All they will have is this picture-less blog. It wouldn't be so bad if they were ugly kids, but my kids are really really cute (this has nothing to do with genetics and everything to do with miracles.)

So let's see, I guess I'll start where the year began . . . January.

Here are a few of my faves.








(Sorry Henry, I guess your momma went a tad overboard capturing photos of your darling sisters that she failed to adequately capture any shots of you. That one of you and the girls in the cardboard rocket is the only one I have with you in it during the entire month of January! But just remember, you had a whole 16 months of Henry-only pics before sister number one arrived on the scene. And that was 16 months of crazy cuteness. The girls are really going to have to step up their photogenic game if they expect to catch up.)