Terrible Twos

Some catch-up here to talk about Emma hitting the big 0-2 in December. We had a little party to celebrate, where Emma did her best not to associate with anyone else but Mommy or Daddy or Libby (she's in a very anti-social phase).

We managed to take the crummiest pictures imaginable all day long. Sigh.

Playing "with" our neighbor Lily.

Another of Aunt Kelly's gorgeous creations. A polka dot cake for my little polka dot nut. (Someday I will remember to take a picture of the polka dot jammies that started the whole craze. I have had to rip the feet out so that she can continue to wear them. I don't know what we'll do when they don't fit anymore! She'll be devastated.)

Emma loathed the singing and all-of-the-attention-on-her part of the day. The cake-eating part, though, was A-OK.

Not from her birthday but awfully cute nonetheless (and naked, natch).

Doesn't she look like one of those Russian nesting dolls? I'm blanking on the name.

This One's for Staci

This one goes out to Staci, our loyal reader who never complains when we're behind on our posts but instead bravely soldiers on, checking daily only to find a dearth of new cuteness.

Notice the attempt at a snowman (snowmanlet?) in between the girls. This was not packing snow.

As this was at Grandma and Grandpa's and not here in Dog Poop Central, the girls were allowed

to feast upon the flakes. Delish!

If only I'd discovered this trick to parenting three years ago! (Special thanks to Barley and Rascal for so nicely sharing their dog crates. Miss you, pups!)

Howdy, Strangers

Our faithful readers (all three of you) have started harassing us for new pictures and info. All I can say is: OK, OK, you all can stop calling and e-mail and texting for an update now (you know who you are, Pop-Pop and Aunt Kimmy).

As you can see, we had something of a Christmas miracle during our absence from the blog--not one, not two, but several good pictures of a happy Emma. Rejoice, one and all! At last we'll have proof for her that she didn't spend her toddlerhood in the pits of despair. (All other photographic evidence points to a deeply sad existence on her part. The kid is not big on pictures.)

I was going to include some pictures of Libby as well, but I'm being beckoned into the bathroom. Both girls have stripped themselves and are hanging out in the bathtub. No water -- just a coupla naked girls in a tub. They're weird.

More on Christmas and Em's birthday to come.