I am not naturally that tan.

Taking pictures of yourself is such icky business. We take a good 500, desperately trying to look casually beautiful, and only look at ourselves in the photo. Hence the fact that Joe isn't even smiling. I was too concerned with trying to make myself look like Jessica Alba. 

Jazz v clippers

These are my jazz fans. They're pretty die hard. Mills bobbs around saying "Bah-Ball Bah-Ball"  I was thrilled to see Cierra Johnson on this blog. You wonderful thing, you. I have no idea how to twist that last pic around. No one knows how to do that kind of stuff. 

Mills flipping out

This is for Lee. It's as close to her crazy face that I can get.  She clenches her fists, opens her eyes as wide as they go, and vibrates. 

Sophisticated and contemporary Easter decor

This was as much fun as I've had in a long time. I do have a tiff with the egg-dye company, though. Several dyes are exactly the same color on an egg. See how there's a few magenta colored eggs? Those were supposed to be various shades of purple, pink, and red. I want my $3.88 back.

A milestone....

Mill's first Couch Hut. I have such fond memories of these. I remember Leah and I could both lay on top of them without it collapsing. We were either very small or happened to defy all laws of science. But I swear it really happened. 

Kate and Mills

We love it when Kate comes to play. I wouldn't have guessed it, but Amelia usually is the leader when they're over  here. Maybe it's because she sporadically slaps Kate in the face. Yep. My kid's the hitter. She keeps coming over anyway. 

Bibs are entirely useless.

Mommies have to clean up so many messes.