First Snow

For all of you scrooges out there, so stressed by holiday fanfare, desensitized by retailers playing the same Christmas songs over and over, stale cookies, greedy kids, and the oh-my-God-it's-two-days-before-Christmas-and-I'm-no-where-near-ready panic, these pictures are for you.

If going out into the slippery cold is the only price I have to pay to see the joy on a boys face over the snowflakes, then I'll leave my warm house any time. Merry Christmas everyone!



Do you think he's bundled up enough? Thank God he's still in diapers, otherwise the second I buttoned this gear up he'd be whining, "I have to go pee now."









Wow, the boy really does have a mother.

The Truth

You know those women that seem to always have it together? You know who I'm talking. Theit baby bags are always perfectly stocked and organized. They never have stains on their clothes, their child's nose never runs, their house must be immaculate, and they bake three times a week.

Well here's the reality I am sure.



Their children play among clutter. What, you mean it isn't normal to have ornament boxes all over the floor? Their carpet has stains, but really it just looks dirtier then it is. There are piles of paper and clothes everywhere. Their baby refuses to keep clothes on in the middle of December, and quite often a matching pair of socks is impossible to find. See, don't you feel better? You're not alone.

Of course, I have NO idea who these kids are. In fact, my house is perfect, I have a loaf of banana bread in the oven, and I just got done stocking my Amy Cole baby bag.

What's that I hear... you mock me?