The Mother of Geese

Settle in. I'm gonna do it. Yo.

But you would probably never know it the way I go on and on about my last born. Need more proof? Go see his delicious mug here . Then come back and comment. Seriously, doesn't that smile bring a little sunshine?

I can't believe I am going to say this. So, I'll type it small. I sort of hate Gardner's Village. Okay, mostly I hate the crowd of Gardner's Village during the weekend of UEA. So I have exactly zero pictures of witches from our 2 trips to the Village this weekend. But I do have these pictures. .. I have 9 or so pictures of Amelia running away from me like this... I have several pictures of my more compliant picture takers here: This would have been perfect if they were all looking at me. I suppose 1 out of 3 ain't bad. I love the crack and the ducks. But I have no witchy pictures.

Brad lost his job a few months ago. Most tragic was losing our awesome insurance. We are taking preventative measures to keep our kids teeth as healthy as they are. (YAY genetics!) Its a family affair with Max and Amelia as chair-side assistants. Brad is gently flossing her teeth. Amelia is holding the flashlight and Max is pinning her down. For Pete's sake. The Drama of flossing. I love the tiger light being shined directly in her mouth. Max was seriously fascinated by the terror. Later that night, (and because she was so dramatic/ridiculous with the flossing), Brad brushed her teeth.

Abbie, 2003 Amelia, this morning