Girls everywhere

Our Valentine's gift this year was a visit from two of my nieces - Chelsea and Courtney. We had a blast - went to the beach, did some shopping, saw the dumbest movie ever (Paul Blart - Mall Cop, and yes, I laughed, but only because it was so dumb) and had lots of girl time. It was a great weekend. My only gripe (besides the bad movie) would have to be the fact that no matter how many pictures I took either Chelsea or Courtney or BOTH were sticking out their tongue!

This dinner sucks!

I thought the meal was quite tasty. My children did not agree, and being my children, took no pains to hide their disgust (Audrey) and disinterest (Claire). Such is my life, battered about by the whims of my progeny. In truth, I was pretty amused by the whole thing and quick to assert my authority as the one who cooks and the one who can say "Well, that's your dinner, and if you don't eat it you are just going to be hungry." But I never really let them go hungry. I'm sure I made them popcorn about an hour later, so who's really in charge here?

Audrey is gagging down her "three bites!" and Claire is looking for the spoonfulls she has actually dumped down her shirt.

Claire's hair

This is Claire's hair on a good day:




This is Claire's hair in the morning:




This is Claire's hair when it rains:




This is Claire's hair after nap:




This is Claire's hair if you brush it:




This is Claire's hair on the trampoline: