I resolved to blog more consistently....(three day FAIL.)
I said I would worry less.....(about blogging more consistently?)
But I also promised I would try to take more pictures.
And I TOTALLY intend to. As soon as I find my camera.
But in the meantime....I have cell phone pics.
Look, I know.
But 2013 resolutions have got to start somewhere around here.
He's five and almost bigger than Santa. He asked for a car for Christmas.
"AND NOT A TOY CAR, SANTA. A REAL ONE."
They give me one good "I like my brother" shot every couple of months or so.
But mostly I get this.
This sandbar had doggie footprints....
And bird footprints....
And wine bottle footprints!
(Coco wuz here.)
Look who met us in the Bahamas.
He was sitting there in the restaurant one morning when we came to breakfast, along with his cousin, Elfie.
I like how Mac was all I'M KING OF THE WORLD. (Elfie, you just sit there and look scared of me.)
SANTA! SANNNNNNNTA'S COMING! OH MY GOD! I KNOW HIM!
My 8 year old flew co-pilot on the way back home to the States. Anyone who has followed this blog for more than 5 minutes knows that the kid lives and breathes all things airplane. His first word ever? Mama. Second word? "Pane" with his chubby little pointer finger jutted up in the air towards the sky.
When we landed, I asked him "What did you and the pilot talk about the whole time?"
He replied "Just pilot stuff, mom. You wouldn't understand."
Why yes, it is.