#SoWhatIfIDid

I bought Camryn size 2 diapers yesterday not because they are the best fit, but because they make her booty look the best in her leggings. #DontJudgeMe.

And I have no idea what hash tags are for—even after Caleb explained it to me—but everyone on Facebook uses them so I’m jumping on the bandwagon for just one day. And, really, just this post. #WhenDidIGetSoOld. #AllTheCoolKidsAreDoingIt.

Well, hello, tooth.

And a squeezably adorable face to go with it.

I spy the tooth. Do you?!

Well, lookey there.

This week Camryn has sprouted another tooth, realized that crawling is awesome, and has decided to greet us from her crib sitting up.



This week we will be buying a teething ring, baby-proofing the house, and dropping her crib mattress. Things are gettin' real...

Drama King

When Mason gets hurt, he is quickly healed with kisses and bandages. Because I was not readily available for this particular noggin owie, Mason took control of fixing himself.


Never mind that the actual point of collision is directly above his left eyebrow.


And now a bandage remnant is left permanently attached to Mason's hair as I have no idea how to remove it from his nearly buzzed head. Good grief.

Day at the Museum

Camryn’s second trip to the Children’s Museum, and the first time she was allowed to roam. Poor third child…

[Posing at the baby ballet bar. So big!]

[Checking out the young explorers stations. Excuse the goopy eyes. I think she had a cold that literally drained out of her eyeballs. As gross as it sounds. But she’s all smiles nonetheless. Happy baby!]
While Camryn was playing with all things baby, the boys were busy running circles around the joint—and they even built some wooden cars, where Caleb sacrificed a chunk of finger skin during construction. Hands-on. Literally!

Mission Impossible

Picture proof that you CANNOT take a picture with six kids minding the camera…

…especially if one of the said kids is Mason. Happily, the goal of the outing was to have fun with friends at a bounce house and not to take the best picture ever!

Party Foul

It's all fun and games until someone poos in the bathtub.