what's that you say?

You're dying to see loads of grainy photos I've taken on my phone over the past couple of months? You'd prefer it with commentary that is occasionally interesting but mainly only funny to me?

Boy, are you in luck.

Enjoy.

 Winston at 2 weeks old. Rocky was storing up sleep before he left for Mongolia to get 10 nights of uninterrupted sleep.

 Winston at four weeks old.

 My stroller gang.

 Winston when he was very small.

 Eliot's haul from St Nicholas. Spoiler alert, St Nicholas did not actually bring that candy because we are not actually Dutch. It came from my personnel supply and when I asked Eliot if she would like me to put it with the other candy in the freezer, it went back into my personnel supply. Where I personally ate it.

 Thanks to Santa Claus we have remedied this problem. Now if we could just get them to stop crashing into each other on purpose and shouting, "Crash!"

 Winston when he was quite small.

 Winston and I when we were matching. Next stop Motherboy Dinner and Dance.

 Eliot's Christmas Class party.

 I brought the pizza. It was a huge hit. Mainly from Eliot who ate several pieces, then told her friends to eat some, then made herself a plate entirely of Christmas gummies.

 Hannah and I motoscooter racing to dinner.

 T Ball, Eliot's personnel nemesis. After yesterdays game, I learned it's a shared sentiment. Her team was reduced to half by the end of the second inning. Some kids left crying, some were kicked out for beating on other kids and some were playing only because their dad threatened to take their legos away for a week if they didn't. (Yes, I was eavesdropping but after this past week I need some better threats.)

 Winston all tuckered out from the doctors visit 1 month.

 A gift from Hannah. Yes, it says "Violet gets violent" and yes she does look more like the Albino from Princess Bride in the picture than usual.

 E sporting my two least favorite Mongolia finds.

 Little Winst in his pinafore. They're unisex, don't worry about it.

 That one time when Winston looked like a 70 year old man in his shortall.

 They even had falling snow. After catching some in her mouth, E realized it was cotton. Live and learn.

 Winston at 6 weeks and smiling.

 No matter how hard I try, I just can't get them to like dolls.

 We swiped Abe's bike one day to practice no training wheels. All she has to do to earn a new bike is do her jobs for 25 days. At the rate we're going she should get it in time to ride to the DMV to get her drivers' license.

 Getting bigger--7 weeks.

 I relish in the reality that I am neither the fun nor preferred parent.

 Vi's longest sentence to date was a the market last week, "All done, Mama, all done!"

 Eight weeks.

 Mosquito bites all over your face are always in style, right?

 Safety first.

Rocky some how convinced me that now that we live farther from taxi's and moto-taxis we needed a scooter. I call it the "mango and sticky rice express" because it's second most frequent trip is to pick up mango and sticky rice. 

 Vi calls it "Woof" because it's most frequent use is to drive around the neighborhood and look at dogs.

 Cheese.

Post-international day, still rocking their "What does the fox say" face paint from the Scandinavian booth.