With all this free time, you would think I would be a wonder with crafts, dusting odd corners, letter writing, organizing socks by color, etc. But no. I read, I sleep, I cuddle babies, I play piano, and then I start all over again. Lately, little nudges of guilt have crept in to overshadow my self-centered existence. I SHOULD be doing more. But it is winter. And I am pregnant. And whiny. If I had more energy, I would start a self-improvement plan immediately. As it is, I guess I will just have to wait patiently for the sunshine of spring to awaken my sense of duty. Until then, don't expect much more than vacant stares from me.
My one accomplishment in the past week or so is getting my 2011 photo book done. Shutterfly had a 50% sale, so this was the cheapest year I have photo booked so far. It also helped that I was in mid-October, on track for getting all 1,300 pictures to fit in the 101 pages they allow per photo book when Shutterfly informed me I could only add 13 more pictures to my photo book. They have a 1,000 photos per photo book limit. How dare they! So I had to go through and winnow out a couple hundred pictures so I could conclude the year. Apparently they aren't planning on people cramming an entire years worth of pictures into one book. Or at least prolific picture taking people.
The point of that is I realized I haven't done much in the way of posting pictures for quite awhile. So I am going to post some. Man, I really can't just DO things can I? Yap, yap, yap. Some of these pictures are from the beginning of November until before Christmas. I will do Christmas pictures tomorrow. I will. Seriously.
Gilbert, diversifying his musical ability by playing the mouth organ upside down
A passel of kids
Owen and Ashley's house. In November. It has progressed a lot since then.
My construction guy
Mary and Ethan
Yeah, he makes me nervous
Cheyenne being fascinating apparently
Sunday after-meeting kids
The Down Syndrome Christmas party
Gilbert is not a big Santa fan.
(By the way, has it ever struck you how credit stealing Santa is? The Down Syndrome Society bought all these presents, asked Santa to come, and then, during the whole present thing, this Santa chappie gets all the credit for making and wrapping the presents. Graciously tells people they are welcome to his presents. Same with parents who go broke buying presents and then some mythical dude in red is who the kids thank.)
Yep, they're my cowgirls
Dad thought this was fabulous. Owen didn't so much. So we have a hippie with a negative attitude and some kind of mafia gangster in the back, but the front row looks marginally western.
Boys and guns
And then the kids wanted in on the action
This is breakfast at our house. We believe in hats.
Our stomach bug. A dazed Gilbert with a popsicle.
And there are some random pictures. Random pictures that make me feel more organized for getting them up here in chronological order. Well somewhat anyway. The Thanksgiving pictures I posted ages ago happened somewhere in amongst all these pictures, but there is no sense in being overly particular about these things....