Lots of Pictures

Most of my photos end up on my cell phone, and it's hard to take cell phone shots of moving kids, so some of these are a tad fuzzy, but this is real life around my house. Lots of no clothes days, lots of cut Chloe, lots of treats this Christmas season. It's been a good month so far. 

She rolled over a few times when she turned five months old. Now she seems to have forgotten she knows how to do that, but she's also very close to sitting up on her own. Baby development is weird.

Ice cream cones! I'd say that's probably my kids' favorite treat at the moment.

Reading with dad, sitting in his lap. Pretty much Aaron's favorite thing. The sitting in his lap part at least. Bill doesn't love it because they wallow around too much and it is uncomfortable, so when Aaron gets a chance he always looks like a cat that caught a mouse, so content. 

This girl. She is so cute. It's ridiculous. And that hat is also ridiculous and I love it. 

Got Genevieve some new leggings. She's in heaven. So many crazy pattern mixing days of late. She was so excited she wouldn't stand still to take a picture, but oh well.

Saturday morning cartoons. Genevieve was thrilled we let her hold Chloe for a few minutes.

Sometimes we watch a movie while we eat. Not very often, but when the littles are asleep sometimes the biggies get to do cool things.

New outfit from Grammy Becky. So adorable. 

She's sitting so well in her high chair.

Those cheeks!

Spencer was ecstatic to go see Santa. And these are the best pictures with Santa I've ever gotten.

Genevieve loved the idea of Santa but the bounce house next to him was way more exciting. We had to convince her to come over and then she only wanted to sit with Bill. I'm betting this will be here last year of being skittish of Santa, but we shall see.

Aaron wanted nothing to do with sitting on Santa's lap. I have no idea how we got even this decent of a picture. Magical photographer right there. He liked the candy cane though.

Boys, oh boys

This is a parenting post if ever I've written one. My apologies but it's the only thing on my mind right now so either I write a random gross parenting story or don't blog, lol. You can see which one I picked, obviously.

I'm drowning in pee I tell you. My oldest is quite fastidious and he hasn't done me any favors to be prepared for the two year-old being potty trained but overly confident about his aiming abilities, which are in fact quite poor. I swear I wipe up messes five times a day and my bathroom still reeks of pee. The real problem here is his height. Aaron potty trained so young that he's not tall enough to aim right. So give it a year and we'll be fine, but in the meantime I can't find the source of the stench.

Let's talk about how bathrooms in old homes aren't helpful at all in the cleaning efforts either. And living in a humid climate. That's three strikes against me, right? The fight is real and constant y'all. I appreciate the lack of diapers. I'll appreciate more the lack of puddles and stench and don't even knock my hopes out with comments about how it's never going to get better. Hahaha! I'm not going to accept that. I have one example to prove that boys can use the bathroom without being disgusting.