Yeah, they’re back. I know I slacked the past two weeks but that’s because I was really slim on the picture taking.

I’m harvesting maple seedlings in my flower box because I’m too lazy to plant something else - plus they look neat.

I can’t wait for my raspberries to be ready. YUM!

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Hudson just may be going through a growth spurt.

Seriously my boobs are HUGE and engorged within about 2 hours after feeding him.

I now have stripper tits. Horray! for stripper tits!

[See how many google hits I get for that phrase.]

I just fell in love with Lightroom. I seriously NEED this program. The trial version will have to do until my big boobs pay off and I can afford to buy myself a copy.

[Good segue right?]

I spent the better part of yesterday going through old photos and editing what I can while I have access - plus I wanted to add a bunch of stuff to Flickr, just haven’t had the chance. My photostream is now littered with images of Carter when he was a baby and I just can’t believe how big he is now - and how different he looks compared to those days. I feel a sense of nostalgia as I review those pictures and think about how he will never be that small again; how he will only get older from here. First kindergarten, then high school, college and so on.

Hudson - 3 weeks

Carter - 3 weeks

It’s painful to think about them not being this small forever.

More painful because I like little kids, not teenagers.

I know what I was like as a teenager and karma will bite me in the ass with vengeance.

We need to get better at making memories. Memories that are worth holding on to. Sure we do make some at home, but it would be such a shame to sit here on our asses (like we have been) and miss out on these fun years. The years where they can’t hide their smiles and excitement when they see animals at the zoo or going for a picnic is simply the greatest thing ever. I want to see the look in their eyes when they see a killer whale for the first time and hear them talk about our adventures for days afterward. They deserve that. WE deserve that.

I’m not a creative person and, personally, find it hard to think of things that we can do as a family that won’t cost us money and Mike someone won’t find something to complain about. Mike Someone hates walking and strolling without a purpose (even if there was a purpose, he’d rather drive - but not too far from home because then that’s out too) so our choices can be are limited.

Got any ideas for us? What do you do with your children that isn’t too costly and they LOVE. Something that will get us out of the house and not further in debt?

(Weekly Winners are light this week since I was busy editing old photos rather then taking new ones.)

Makin’ Cupcakes

I’m finding talking about anything other then poop and spit up difficult these days since that’s what my life is completely consumed with. And though we’re all doing great, I’m now beginning to crave adult interaction.

I’ve become very much a homebody since leaving college: partying and the need to be out and about diminished considerably. I no longer find the urge to be out on a Friday or Saturday night, nor do I feel the ‘embrarassment’ or guilt for sitting home or heading to bed at 9pm (like last night). I guess I could be considered a loner since I’m perfectly content to sit at home reading, watching television, or sitting here instead of engaging in an activity that requires getting out of the house and talking to people.

While I was working it provided the adult interaction throughout the day to keep me sane; now I find that without regular adult conversation I talk Mike’s ear off when he finally gets home from work or I constantly try to think of someone I can all and chat with (even though I hate the phone with a passion) and though it’s really not the same, writing and reading blogs seems to satisfy that need for adult conversation most times.

I think I’m slowly forgetting how to interact with people.

Small talk has become harder and more uncomfortable and I really don’t enjoy it like I used to. Unless I’ve known the person forever or we have something in common, I begin to feel out of my element and very self conscious. I never used to be like that but it’s hard to force myself back into the outgoing and personable person I once was. Being more and more introverted over time has become the norm while breaking free and regaining an extroverted personality seems harder and harder as days pass.

The importance of cleaning your gutters regularly. Wez got treez!