Nanny Tampax

Jamison is a holy terror in the morning when the family is trying to get ready, it's almost comical, almost.  The kid is smarter than a whip and knows just the right mess to get into to get some added morning attention.  Today, as he was unloading the cupboard under my bathroom sink, he discovered a big box of tampons.  It was clear by the look on his face that this was a 1-year olds version of hitting the lotto!  He tucked those tampons under his arm and took off like Adrian Peterson running for the end zone.  I thought to myself "should I get them... hell no... maybe they will occupy him just long enough to blow dry my hair."  But first I had to check out his plan for these new found treasures.  He plopped down on the bean chair in his room, carefully contemplated the unfamiliar territory, and eventually decided it was safe to dig in.  Let's see... where do I start?  Super, regular or lite?

 Regular seems like a safe choice.

 Need another.

 And another.

I headed back to the bathroom.  By the time I returned, he had clearly acclimated himself with the stick friends and was as engaged as the moment I left.  But the sight had changed a bit...

It was like a tampon massacre, but was worth each and every casualty!

Batman Wears Prada

If you've been following our adventures, you'll know I am a big believer in the "real men wear pink" theory, as only the manliest of men will go there.  I tend to buy pink in an attempt to breakdown the silly, stereotypical and utterly ridiculous gender "colors."  Why is it perfectly ok for a girl to wear blue but when a boy wears pink it might make him... shhh... gay.  Umm, first of all, I am of the camp that an infant is born either gay or straight.  No amount of pink, dolly playing or sporting Mama's high heels is going to change their fundamental being.  Secondly, as long as my children are happy, healthy and living their best life (thanks for that one Oprah), I couldn't care less if the person they choose to love is of the male, female or unknown variety.  So, after that long and unexpected rant, I'm happy to say that my efforts are most certainly paying off!

Without further ado, I introduce you to the newest member of the Batman collection, who was so eloquently styled by little man Joshua.  Batman has finally embraced his feminine side, now he can claim to be a real man.

Pure Play

Park time!  I love to take my camera to the park once in awhile.  There is something so sweet about the innocence of pure, uninhibited play.

Kids got some vertical.

What a little stud.  Can't you just see him donning the pages of GQ in a couple of decades?!?

Our little ham.

Running of the men.

Jamison hiding from a "dawggie."

Gotta take the vitamin D when you can get it.

Mr. Tough Guy.

Even though we see JT every day, sometimes I'll snap a photo that makes me realize how grown up he really is.  This happens to be one such shot.

See a worm...

Pick it up...

Get a BRILLIANT idea...

Get the lady with the camera!

Resourcefulness at its finest.

Shake your booty.

I was really digging this white fence as a photo backdrop so we made our best attempt at a little photo shoot.  Hmmm, successful?  Not this one.

Nor this one, although I do like the range of expressions.

And clearly this was not the million dollar shot.

You can't tell from this shot but this is a Culver's ball.  Jealous?  It took months to save up a whopping 10 kids coupons to buy this baby.

Whoops, pic gone wrong.  Notice how the family in the background is in focus while my little man appears to be the blurry blocker.  Oh, and gotta love the hair.  Reminds me of when my Grandpa would rub balloons on my head to make it appear I had stuck my finger in a light socket.

I'm a total sucker for head down shots.  So sweet and innocent.

Jack is convinced there is hot lava under there and is determined to find it.

Married.

Convinced Joshi to join in the dig.

Kiddo loves the slides 

BFF's.