Dinner with Aunt Jessica and Uncle Eric

In other news it's snowing here - i love that snow can make even a parking lot look magical.
And also i ate my lunch already but i'm still hungry.

wiggity wigity wednesdays came back for a visit

our weekly dinners have been moved all over the calendar. This week found us with a wednesday meal of roast chicken, black-eyed peas with bacon, asparagus, and salad. yum, yum. And then it was time to read a story and go to bed, full but happy.

Oh Casey, My Casey

It's crazy how people use their babies to shamelessly advertise their brother-in-law's bands on the internet. More The Code Here.

actually, this is my hoodied toddler climbing the stairs. Which has two implications
1) This is incredibly dangerous and one day she will do it without supervision and fall and crack her head and i'm an irresponsible mother.
2) Send it baby-girl!!!! Mommy's on Belay!

(Hoodie, care of Casey Jones and Badu or Andrew Tamaskavic or however the hell you spell his wacky-ass last name.)

Ok, so they're not x-mas pics

So, putting up pics is my way of avoiding putting any real thought into my posts. There are plenty of things i would like to post about, real things...

Such as, why are geeky girls never portrayed as being part of geeky girl groups in the media but always as loners (I recently read an article in BITCH about this and i'm intrigued).

or perhaps,

A contest: the weirdest place you've ever (or been privvy to someone else) breastfed.

or um...

A list: my christmas presents

or um...

How freakin' insane i am to be (many of you already know this but some of you may not) considering taking Esther to Sri Lanka this spring. Also: if you have something negative or a warning about my taking a toddler on a 24 hour sojourn including a 12hr overnight flight to a 3rd world country please keep it to yourself.

That tantalizing piece said: Here are some pictures of my baby trying to dress herself.






And this is my baby in a dress. I know shocking, eh? I really do dress her like a girl sometimes. This time it was my father's birthday (happy birthday Dadda!!!) and i thought he'd get a kick out of it.





And my charming husband hamming it up while doing the dishes.



Oh yeah. And spaghetti face has messy hair.