THE CUTE IT BURNS

You know, other than the usual trials and tribulations and occasionally sharp sudden physical pain* of running around after two young kids for the better part of a weekend, I can never say that any of the weekends they're here are ever truly bad ones, and I'm always sorry when they're over.

I've gotten really lax on the whole taking the pictures train, but I did manage to grab a few this weekend, and as I am looking at them... wow. I mean, this was them a year and a half ago:



Look at them now.





Like I said to Kidzilla yesterday: "Stop being cute!" She grinned at me and said "We can't!" I may as well have said "Stop growing up!" and gotten much the same answer.


* usually resulting from getting kicked in the face, ear, boob or crotch - believe me, it happens more frequently than you'd think.



PS: Whoever bailed out my LJ account, OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH.

THE CUTE IT BURNS

You know, other than the usual trials and tribulations and occasionally sharp sudden physical pain* of running around after two young kids for the better part of a weekend, I can never say that any of the weekends they're here are ever truly bad ones, and I'm always sorry when they're over.

I've gotten really lax on the whole taking the pictures train, but I did manage to grab a few this weekend, and as I am looking at them... wow. I mean, this was them a year and a half ago:



Look at them now.





Like I said to Kidzilla yesterday: "Stop being cute!" She grinned at me and said "We can't!" I may as well have said "Stop growing up!" and gotten much the same answer.


* usually resulting from getting kicked in the face, ear, boob or crotch - believe me, it happens more frequently than you'd think.



PS: Whoever bailed out my LJ account, OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH.