Mega catch up post- June.

We're just going to get this done. 2 weeks. One post. Luckily we haven't been doing much.

Aunt Molly got us these awesome plates for Christmas.

Mama's doing her best to be creative with our meals before she covers our plates in peas.

Henry thought the edamame comb-over and cheese bow tie was hilarious.

On Day 4 (hundred) of our blizzard entrapment, mama let me help her make cookies. (Notice that it's the afternoon and I'm still wearing jammies. Things were getting pretty low.)

I was really good at using the rolling pin.

A snowman, please. On the matter of Christmas, we did turn off the lights outside on MLK Day and mama took down the tree on January 20th. She said she wasn't going to do it until the big kids were at school. It went much faster without help. But I'm regularly asking when the tree is coming back and we're all still listening to Kenny and Dolly. Give me a call and I'll sing you all of the songs.

Mama came across this in a magazine. Take that, all you denim shirt unbelievers. Mama looks pretty smart for holding on to her 15 year old denim shirt. Now she just needs to find a sparly tank top to wear under it.

While mama was reliving her high school wardrobe choices, I was lining my animals up at Santa's house. There's a girl inside the window and all of the animals took a turn walking up to the window and ordering "1 ticket, please. Fwank you." Then they lined up in front of the bear and said good bye.

Georgie took Aunt Jenni's winter blue advice and put on her velour sweat suit. And it has ears. Adorable.

The next step in mama's blizzard madness was the mop of hair on his head. This is is Justin Beiber impression.

When your hair is longer than your mom's, it's time for a new 'do.

He was very patient and mama promised him a sucker, so his hair turned out looking good. this might be mama's best cut. When he got his sucker, he ate it under the table, so I wouldn't see him and throw a fit.
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Sweet George remains the most pleasant baby ever, despite the fact she's not sleeping well. We're trying to transition out of swaddling, and it's hard for her to not kick and flail all the time. That's sort of her thing. In this video (again, we're all in jammies in the afternoon), Henry and I do our best to make her laugh.