Reminds me of something....

Every night I see a gradual metamorphosis in my divine Miss "M". I serve dinner. She eats. She smiles and eats. She plays and eats. She waves her hands about and eats. She runs her hands through her hair and eats. And so on and so on. And by the time the meal is over, she is someone else. Tired. *Full* Grumpy. And ready to get down and go to bed. But who does she remind me of?

Oh. Now I remember.

Rewind

I thought I'd share a few of my favorite pictures from our Christmas(es).

Christmas Number 1 with Marmee, Grandpa, Nannie & Dubbie, Aunties, Uncle Mike and Cousin Jonah

This is before the wrapping paper storm. Roo seems to know something is up.

Em snags a ride in the present bucket. Thanks Uncle Mike!
*P.S. Don't send us the bill for your chiropractor, ok.*

Stairway to Nap Time
*oh, Nap Time, how we love thee*

Christmas Number 2 with Mammaw, Pappaw, Aunt Gail, Cousins Charlie and Clint

New Toys, New Clothes, Cool Movies... and Roo only has eyes (and mouth) for Dad's keys.

J with the Nephews sporting their new protective Wii headgear.

Christmas Number 3 at Nana's with Aunt Tracie, Uncle Ross, Cousins Sierra and Brandon

Snacks with Mom and Nana, before the gifts.

Playing with toys of yon.

*This peaceful moment was sandwiched between Em emptying a kitchen cabinet, both girls discovering the piano and a recorder, Roo changing all the settings on Nana's remotes, Em shaking the grandfather clock and Roo knocking over the Christmas tree.*

You KNOW You're Happy

Meal time at the home of the Rowdy Girls often turns into dinner theater. Tonight's selected feature is "If You're Happy and You Know It".

Trying Something New

I give up. I've lurked in the blog-o-sphere for some time and have decided to be a joiner. For a few very good reasons.

1. Loading a page full of videos and photos in Tanzania is very time consuming and often impossible. *I hope that this blog format with fewer pictures per page is faster for Mammaw and Pappaw*

2. Most of the girls' antics that are captured on camera now require a bit more of an explanation than a Photobucket title.

3. If I don't start writing some of this stuff down somewhere, the girls will never know what really went on. Because, Lord knows, I've never gotten around to jotting all this down in a baby book.

The girls have requested to remain anonymous. I'll indulge them for now.

Miss "E"

Miss "R"