Bibliomama

All photos from Eve's session with the incomparable Sarah McCormack .

Because I'm feeling a little stuck for words, and I found this restorative today, I present: three-year-old Eve peeling a Christmas orange.

MOTHER-IN-LAW ALERT: CHRISTMAS PRESENT SPOILER AHEAD * * * * * * * * * * I've been making up Shutterfly calendars for Matt's Mom and Dad. I've been meaning to do them for years and finally got around to it and it's easy and fun and I had them shipped out today. Until yesterday I didn't have a good November picture.

The Sheriff The Bruiser The Square The Weasel The Hero The Grandpa The Hollywood

Kelly at The Miller Mix was showcasing her pint-sized diva today. I'm sick and uninspired and all about being derivative:

Sugar and spice and everything nice: Chocolate lava cake (well duh): Crème brulé (no surprise there): But also snips and (wait for it)... Snails. Yeah, you heard me, SNAILS. My kids who won't eat spaghetti with sauce on it or tacos with salsa, were all over the snails. Of course Charlotte (my niece) was the trailblazer. I wonder how much my sister would charge for her to come live with us for a month. Either that or we have to live on a cruise ship. Anybody have a recipe for puppy dogs' tails?

He comes home from the grocery store seven days before Christmas, when all the decorations are deeply discounted, Unloads the groceries, then wanders around the house with an enormous plastic tube, saying WHERE CAN I HANG MY GIANT BALLS?