Wanna see something weird?

Cameron took this picture of Lizzy last week. It looks like Lizzy, only more like Lizzy as a 12 year old than Lizzy as a 2 year old.

It's kinda fitting since Lizzy always seems like she's about 20 years older than she actually is. The other day, she was in the car and started talking to herself. I just listened and interjected here and there so she knew I wasn't ignoring her, but she really didn't need any encouragement.

"mom! i can't find my receipt! i been looking all over for it and it isn't anywhere. i look under my bed and under my blankies and i check under dee couch and it isn't dere! what am i going to do? i need my receipt. oh! i know where it is. it is inside my kitty. did you know dat, mom? my kitty ATE my receipt! but moooOOOooom! kitties don't eat receipts. kitties have kitty food dat tastes very good to dem. dey like to eat kitty food, not receipts!...."

I could post about 50 similar quotes, each of them equally amusing to me. Nothing escapes her notice and once she's noticed something, she never forgets. She's definitely unlike anyone I've ever met and she is definitely wicked smart, in an unsettling sort of way.

Boy do I love her.

I'm Lame

Have you noticed how lame I am? Because if you haven't, allow me to catch you up to speed.

For the record... I'm lame.

The past couple of weeks have involved several things, but mostly consisted of me being really tired and not being able to bring myself to blog. Why am I so tired? Oh ya, it's because I have three children who refuse to all be asleep at the same time. I swear, it's like they plan it.

Anyway, the time has come for me to post because my mom has started giving me a hard time, and no one wants to disappoint their mom. So, largely for my mom, here are all the photos I've taken since the last time I posted.

This is a photo of Jane being "Super Jane" and Charlie. One of my kids' favorite games is to tie something around their necks and then refer to themselves as "Super Jane" or "Super Lizzy" or do the same to animal and calling it "Super Monkey" etc.

Ya, it's super safe to allow them to tie things around their necks and run through the house. That's how tired I've been.

This is a similar photo, only minus the flash. Good heavens, Jane.

This is why I didn't have the flash on. Charlie's adorable smile has been all but flashed out.

This is a blurry, creepy, photo of Super Lizzy and Charlie running from her. Who can blame him? She does look kinda creepy, and she's probably after his fishy crackers. I was trying to get a photo of them side by side because that night, I had weighed both of them and as it turns out, my not quite 18 month old and soon to be 3 year old weigh within 2 pounds of each other. Either Lizzy is minuscule or Charlie is massive. Or both.

This is a photo of Charlie in his favorite spot. His high chair. This is where he eats.

This is a photo of Charlie with a double cheeseburger.

This is a photo of Charlie attempting to eat a double cheeseburger.

And this is why my baby weighs almost 30 pounds.

Seriously, you should check out my guns. Carrying him around is quite the workout.

And now I will go back to being lame.