See? I told you I'd come back SOMETIMES.

I just probably won't ever tell you anything useful or anything, and what I do tell you will only come in random short bursts. I give. Anyway, here's a little story for ya.

At Christmas, as most of you know, we went to visit the Reinhards for the week. We spent all day in our jammie jams, we drank too much coffee, we watched lots and lots and lots of TV, we mostly did nothing. It was farking heavenly. That right there is my absolute favorite thing to do, EVAR. Mom and I went shopping one day, and I was all, "you mean I have to put PANTS on???" The humanity. I totally hate going places. This might explain my unusual disdain for shopping, but I think that has less to do with the pants application/going somewhere thing, and more to do with all the strangers standing too close and trying to get me to make decisions/spend money. So it's much less painful to go shopping with Mom A) because of course that drastically cuts down on the amount of money I'm spending (thanks Ma!) and B) because if any of those pushy strangers starts setting off my weird social anxiety stuff, I have my MOM there with me, and helllooo? She does not mess around. Woman has a stinkeye that will melt your face off.

Okay, this shopping story was soooo not the point of this post, but I do have a couple of pairs of lovely work shoes now, so there's that. Ahem.

Claire was given a new memory card for her Blackberry as a Christmas present from her lovely boyfriend. Seeing as we all have Blackberries now, and I was without a memory card, Claire deleted most of the pictures from her older, smaller memory card, and passed it along to me. I (just today!) went through the pictures she left on the thing, since I took a picture of Iris this morning with my phone when my real camera had the nerve to die on me. I swear, you replace a battery then let the camera sit on a shelf for a couple of months, and all of a sudden it's running out of juice the minute you get the baby in a cute ensemble. So as I was uploading the picture from this morning, I looked through and found a couple more that were pretty precious in their own right. They're supper fuzzy, definitely not print-quality, but I thought you might enjoy nonetheless.

From Iris' Baptism Weekend - you can almost see how much less hair she has then (in July)

This morning, right before we left for school. I've been waiting to put Iris in that sweater since my baby shower, and I only had to roll the sleeves a little bit. There might be a picture around somewhere of big ol' pregnant me holding this sweater up to my belly.

It's Iris & Auntie Katie Pants! It would appear that I have a thing with dressing the kid in green stripes. I won't apologize - she looks darn good.

Okay, when I first saw this on my phone it was all super teensy, and my first reaction was, "WHO is that person holding my child, and WHY do my sisters continue to think it's okay to hand the baby to strangers just because she's cute?!?!?" All sorts of righteous indignation followed, only to be capped with a mighty dose of contrition when I embiggened the photo and realized that said stranger is my cousin Kate. Hi Kate! *waves* You're just lovely. No really. Love you! Hearts.

Aaaaand finally, Auntie Clairence and Iris wearing their matching PJ's. Does not get much cuter than that, folks.