Monkey Girl and a Bath Full of Doupa

Ever rarely sleeps... (YAY for Mommy) On this day, she fought and fought and finally fell over, sleeping for more than her standard 20 minutes.

The contorted position makes my spleen hurt

But after sleeping like a suitcase, Miss Monkey was refreshed and ready to chow down.

And Puff Puffs always taste better when A) eaten off the floor and B) on one knee.

The Three Amigos enjoy bathime fun... although Rylin looks to be having an awful time :}

With Brutus Away, the Ides Rolls On Without a Shank, Errr...Hitch

We have chubby babies...everyone knows this. Here is some more, irrefutable proof.

Lovin on each other as opposed to the preferred attention method as of late: the sit on Sistah's chest whilst sporting a poopy diaper. Ahh, good times.

Long ago, in a land far away lived an unruly scourge with an equally untameable mane.

She's SO cute...I really do want to eat her.

A look like this precedes most household disasters. FYI, doggies do not like to be locked in the pantry...especially when a darty, twitchy little two-year-old opens the door sporadically to scream inside.

Oh look, she's eating...again.

We love our kids the way Spring loves sunshine, the way out-of-shape midsections love Control Top pantyhose, the way Brad Pitt loves razors...no, wait... (seriously, it's looking kinda scary though, right?)
We'd be lying if we said we were/are/will be prepared for the next round of Kovi takes his pee-soaked diaper off and whaps his sister in the head, or Ever's mouth-fart soliloquy makes the well-dressed older woman at Belk think Mommy's rude.
But for all the mayhem, we're better people. Not necessarily calmer or more rested, but definitely better.
Thanks Kiddos!

Chubby Entertainment

What's more fun than bath time? Splashing around in the dirty dishwasher!

Nude bus repair. Because some days you just don't want to wear pants.

A mouth-fart symphony.

Vegetarian Update:
It's been nearly 4 months since switching to a vegetarian diet. All is well- my deep depression over missed bacon and subsequent A-1 deprivation is curbed by the fact that I get to juice now. Oh yes, juicing is fun! And did you know, you can juice almost anything... but not onions. Don't juice onions.
Yuck.
Celery...juiced it. Pineapple...yup, the whole dang thing, skin and all. Yellow squash...why certainly. The kids love it too. Win-Win.

Piping Hot; Not Unlike Delicious Camping Popcorn

Hey Man, I'm no Whiz Kid...I leave that stuff to Big Daddy. But can a Mama get a break? I've got my new website TheInkyMuse.com and I'm raring to go, ready to design away...pretty AND neat. But, alas...I do not speak geek as fluently as I'd like. I'm using Wordpress with Thesis... and Doood, I'm not made to understand.

Trying to stumble through HTML is like getting a paper cut with a piece of wood. Not only can I not stop the bleeding, but the splinters are seriously painful.

Real blogs are hard. Not that what we have isn't real...er, we're more...you know. I mean, I'm trying to make a living with T.I.M. and we're all, like, Homies and stuff so it's cool if I don't design the nav menu all pretty and stuff, right?

Whatev. It'll get done and it'll be beautiful.

Keep running back to check it out and don't forget to become a follower...speaking of, um, no pressure, but, like, family... you NeeD to follow this blog by clicking the FOLLOW button on the sidebar. That way, you'll automatically know when a picture of you adorable grands posts. Mmmk?

Play-Bo

Woog and I made a Play-Bo heart... he put it on his chest all by himself.

Sister eats Play-Bo... now she's a spectator

Woog and Sister send L.O.V.E. to their very own CiCi.

(seconded by the Big Daddy and Medium(ish) Mama)