Our days/nights

This is what comes home most nights…look at all that paper.  Pen in the mouth means serious. The only thing we're missing is the pacing while having conference calls. The pacing will drive you crazy. 

We went to Andrew's 'work house' last week so I could do my health screening so save some money on our outrageous health insurance.  We tell Miss M that daddy has to go to work to bring home the bacon so when we were in the car driving to his office she kept asking if we were going to get pink bacon or brown bacon.  She doesn't even know what bacon is (I don't think). After I got my blood drawn she asked if we could go find the bacon so we walked the hallways shouting (her not me - it's not cute when a grown woman shouts in a work place - but the secretaries found it adorable when Miss M did it) "bacon, where are you - come out come out wherever you are". We went to a few offices and asked if they had bacon - shockingly no one had bacon in their office. Miss M was slightly disappointed to have not found the bacon but she was okay with it when she found out the front desk had candy corn instead. 

Mr. Man hates a hat but he managed to wear this for 5.2 seconds.  He's just going to have a cold bald head all winter.

Miss M was running laps around the living room and Mr. Man likes to watch her go. She makes him smile and laugh more than anyone else.  Hopefully they like each other in 3 months or 6 months (whenever Mr. Man decides to get motivated to move) and he starts grabbing her toys and touching her.  She already kind of freaks out when his arm flails and hits her.

We are working on Miss M holding Mr. Man on her lap for pictures. The holidays are approaching and all. He better learn to sit up. He weights almost as much as she does and I think he's a bit of a load for her to manage. 

There he goes.

There they both go.

Finally success.  Sort of.  Mr. Man is unimpressed. I think he's waiting for her to drop him again.

Miss M has finally entered the stage of stalling before bedtime.  I don't know what she wanted to do at this particular time that wasn't go to bed but I happened to catch a photo of her pondering life (I imaging she's working on solving the debt crisis in that little brain of hers).

This picture terrifies me. It terrifies me because after watching her stand like this (her hands inverted on her hips) I realized that I stand like that and after further consideration I realized my mother stands like this. I guess no matter how much we try not to be like our mothers sometimes it just happens!!!

I have had to do a lot of photo cropping lately because Miss M is always naked. Someone gets some pants on that girl.