An update and my last post ever.

for 2012.
I don’t know about you, but the past few weeks have been exhausting. FUN, but exhausting.

Only one day left in 2012; Can I change anything from last year?
Hells to the no.
Someone asked me this week: “What will you do differently in 2013 than you did in 2012?”
Me: “turn 46?”

Scenes from my scene this past week.  The photos are in the wrong order, but so is my brain.

The six of us at the end of Christmas eve. 
 Lindsay wanted to share with everyone that we had matching vintage Mickey Sweatshirts. Of course, mine was really vintage. {I got it on a trip to Disney with my Mom when I was 18 or 19, Lindsay got hers a few weeks ago} 
Yes, mine still fits. Yes, I am bragging. Yes, I bought it big and grew into it. Good planner who?
 My cooking face.
 Lolo, my step MIL Judy and fish face herself. 
 My FIL Bill cooked a good portion of our Christmas eve feast. *I love him!!!*
 December 26th, we headed to Busch Gardens, Tampa for a birthday celebration.
Lindsay’s actual birthday December 27th. Dad and Lolo had to work. Mama took the day off….we started with Prezzies from all our distant peeps and then shopped/ate lunch. {soup, salad, breadsticks anyone?} 
 Birthday dinner. Grandma Judy thinks everyone under 20 loves the Beib. Ok, maybe they do…..
Let’s recap: 
My baby is 17.
Christmas is over.
My family is freakin’ awesome. 
Some clothing items last forever.
Next year, we will all be older. And perhaps wiser. But mostly older. 

Wishing you all a safe and happy new year. Remember, the only safe place tonight is at home. Like I tell my girls every time they leave the house: “Be careful…..everyone out there is DRUNK!”
I tell the truth.
Love to you all!!!!


Why oh why does she do this to me?
Babies should stay babies.

But then again, those diapers are quite expensive and horrible for the planet.

Plus, I’m kinda tired now. 

My baby turns 17 today. 
Linds was an easy baby and a content toddler. I think she knew I was wore out from her sister who
See, she didn’t even require a crib. We’d just plop her inside a toy and send her to bed. 
She keeps talking about leaving for college in another year and actually having a life.
I’ll believe it when I see it. 
Who would want to leave me?
Happy birthday to my sweet, funny, sarcastic and beautiful Lindsay. 
Can anyone tell me what the statute of limitations is when it comes to blaming your last pregnancy on the ‘baby weight’?