Defying Damnation

So, if I don't update this blog, I get hate mail. Yes I do. Don't anybody try and defend themself, I do. Sometimes I don't have any new pictures so I just say to Skyla, "Jay-Jay, I gotta take a picture of you to protect us from our family's wrath. What do you wanna do in the picture?"
And in this instance, she said, "Ummm, how 'bout this?"

*see pose on the right*

Then there's me saying, "ooooK... How about something else? What else could I take a picture of you doing?" And there's........*see pose on the left*

Blog entry complete. Safe for today. Whew.

Funny Face

Here on the left, we have Skyla with her fresh-out-of-the-face-vice-shop look, and her famous dollhouse. She LOVES that simple little dollhouse, and uses it all day in between art sessions.
Notice the plate of gorgeous lemon slices with a sprig of mint? That's how Brian serves me condiments. He says he has to because I'm so fussy.
??
I'm sure he must have meant one of the other me's.

And here on the right we have dazed Skyla watching TV again. Doesn't matter what it was, she's not dazed because of the show. She's thrilled with herself for getting to wear her new FAME leg warmers all day.
Notice the socks? Yes they "match" the leg warmers because "they're stripes too!"

Nev Gave Us The Finger!

We let Skyla's Grandpa Nev push the button for these photos on Christmas Eve. Brian and I were about to go out and meet a bazillion of his friends.

Skyla's Nannie does not like that angel on top of the tree either. She broke the new one she got for this year and was forced to use her old one. Sorry everybody. The angel looks more like she's burning at the stake...yikes!

(Mom, I have to throw SOME inappropriate humor in this blog once in a while.)

The picture to the right is self-explanatory. Family, Christmas time, jealous dog watches us carefully from her very own LOUNGE CHAIR to make sure we're not having any fun with each other.....

She knows when we smile AT each other, that's when there's trouble. She's there in a split second to bat me out of the way with her tail made of brick, and to lick Skyla to death so she can jump up on Brian, her wish-he-was boyfriend.
I certainly would never ask Jessie the Human Dog for "the regular."
Though, that's the senselessness of it all. I get my beating without even asking for it from her.

Blast From the Past

This is Skyla doing what Skyla does while we were on a London Bus going home one day. She's working on her new invention; School Bus Rock. You know, where you're at the very top and very front of the bus, sitting backwards so you can't enjoy anything, and practicing your tongue rolls for the camera? If that's all true, then this photo reveals that I must think it's cool. I and I alone. How embarrassing.

Think Slow

She gets more than two seconds for me to figure Brian's camera out to take THIS photo, and this was her pose.
I often find these two together doing similar things. They're nothing but trouble.

Think Fast

She got two seconds before the flash of Brian's camera went off, and this was her pose. 

Go Girl!

This is more of Jay-Jay's crafty work. She took a picture of us after dinner on my birthday. We were at Pizza Express............MY FAVORITE EVER!!!!
God that was good. YEEEEAH BOYY!

Cheese

Here is what appears to be me on my birthday, holding my one-armed, no-legged child with my very own twisted and deranged fingers. Ah, but I never forget to smile!

Pish Posh

I have hated and always will hate pictures taken at arm's-length of oneself. They're demented, distorted, and ghastly.
I was forced to put this riDICulous picture on the blog by Brian, because I've been told I need to "relax."
Hmmph.

Manners WIll Take You Far

This year, since learning to read and write a bit, our little woman Skyla wrote a proper note to Santa. She got right to the point, as she ALWAYS does, and even used a heart to symbolize love. What a champ! She made those no-bake cookies herself (with me) on Christmas Eve so they'd be "fresh for Santa." She said she didn't think he'd be thirsty so she didn't leave him a drink. She also said she would only leave cookies out for him "if he was a good boy." .......So clever....give the old guy a taste of his OWN medicine..... This is what kind of thinking I have to put up with from this pre-pre-school aged child...