Found: 1 Camera. Subtitled: Why this will never be a food blog

 Glory hallelujah!  The mystery of the missing camera has been solved.  The mystery being how I could go through one bag at least 5 times, not find the camera, and then on the 6th time, it magically appeared.  Someone played a cruel, cruel joke on me.   Because it couldn't have been there the whole time, right?

Right?

So, without further adieu - 9 month pictures of the girls!

Elle















Kate: The Ferocious. 


On a completely unrelated note,  the below picture illustrates why this blog will never be a food blog.

This is Chocolate Delight.  It was far from delightful.  Kristin, we need to talk.  Somewhere, I went horribly wrong.  In case that wasn't evident in the picture.















Pictured here is Ang.  After my failed attempt at chocolate delight, she suggested we try and turn it into chocolate bread pudding.  Ang is very creative and very confident in her belief that we can make this work.  Cut to approximately 30 minutes later and Ang is trying to convince me, by eating the "Chocolate Bread Pudding", that it is "actually not bad".   Oh Ang, you really are a good friend.  I hope you didn't go home and throw up.

In which I define "neck cheese"

Neck cheese - When the folds under a baby's neck are moist and there provide a prime breeding ground for yeast because they can't quite lift their heads up to get air circulating in there, thus drying the area. Consequently, a white yeast forms, which resembles cheese crumbles and smells about 800 times worse than any cheese you have ever smelled. Can be treated with prescription powder and prevented by wiping daily with a wet washcloth and then drying. But good luck trying to get your four month old to let you wipe her neck and then dry it.

I know you can all move on with your lives, secure in the fact that you now know what "neck cheese" is.

Please forgive me.

Snow!

I'm really doing an excellent job with my New Year's resolution about keeping up my blog. Thanks for pointing that out, Michelle. I need someone to hold me accountable. Oh, Brenda, thank you too. And Tyler. So it's really not being held "accountable". It's just being hounded. And it appears to have finally worked. Well done, guys.

I have other updates coming, but first, in a shocking turn of events - it snowed. In Atlanta. In March. So, while the rest of the city was rushing out to the store to buy up all the bread and milk they could, I took a picture of our house to commemorate the occasion. People, this is rare. It had to be documented. Lily didn't know what to do with herself. I wish I'd gotten a picture of her contemplating the snow with her head cocked to one side.

Snow yesterday, but a high this week of 68. March is off to a brilliant start!