Because Emily's Blog is the Boss of Me.

But only for today.  She made a list of all the things her boy is up to and asked for a list from all us lazy bloggers even though she worded it much nicer.

Dave is ungrowing by leaps and bounds. I can't seem to get that boy to eat. I think it's because the giant orange tub of nuclear snacks my grandma was kind enough to give us is gone.  He has been walking for some time now. 39 years I think. With a brief period at age 2 where he gave it up. I know it isn't a contest between him and H but I really think Dave's development is really coming along.

I don't see him dance much like H does but that might be my fault. He has had all his friends come visit us. Dave said he is not my kid, he is my buddy. 

He also uses a lunch box.

Now for Emily....

Emily gave up working in exchange for a kid and a trip to PA. The kid I can see as a justification. The trip to PA? NOT A GOOD IDEA. DO YOU HEAR ME AJ? NOT A GOOD IDEA.

The other thing she gave up her employment for temporarily. The wrangle my kid. And she's pretty in need of wrangling these days. 

Emily makes genius foods like brownies with cut up Rolos in them. Sometime I think we should be pregnant at the same time so I can benefit from her late pregnancy food creations. One thing I think she'll never do is make CHOCOLATE BACON BARS. Ali says they are to die for. I would consider death as an alternative to eating one even though they have gotten rave reviews from several people.

Oh those two and their antics.

I need a new camera...

Because the drivers are no longer supported after Windows autimatically updated my life into boringness. So, I've decided to enter every internet contest to win one. So if you know of one, and don't mind the competition, forward it on. Maybe then I will start putting up more posts. Maybe not.

Now I will update you on the rest of the family since I know people will be angry if I only post this...

Dave got a haircut yesterday.

Murphy gets to come inside more and is much happier

Jack Jack lives with a dog named Rimshot and apparently behaves very well. Much better than he ever did here.

Paul got mad for no reason last night and bit me several times with her tiny kitty teeth. Then she got even more mad because I petted her on her belly where she hates it.

Leah can scoot around and has hijacked H's blog. She has no work ethic. She cries when we make her eat. She cries if she has to scoot too far. She basically cries when she has to make any effort at all. Except when she sticks out her tongue. I could not be more proud.

I got a haircut in May.