And do you know who invented contacts? Well, not invented exactly, but first came up with the idea? Leonardo da Vinci, that sneaky son of a gun. Which just goes to show that yes, the person that invented contacts was a super genius.
And I kind of figured it wasn’t a big deal because she had glasses, and you couldn’t really see her eyes. But, crapnuggets… now her glasses are gone and her big, huge brown eyes with her ridiculously long eyelashes are blaring all over the place like jerks. And I’m thinking, this isn’t so good.
And while I’m kind of grateful that she didn’t take after me in junior high as QUEEN OF THE NERDS, still I’m thinking… Hmmm… I think a cup or two of homeliness until she turns 18 wouldn’t be such a tragic thing.
Maybe I can start altering her jeans so that they only zipper on the sides? That would ante up the loser quotient a bit, I reckon.
Christmas Eve jammie shot. For the first (and most likely last) year I was able to find pajamas that fit every single one of these fantastic little humans. Such cute little elves.
–Although, Kitty struck a very sinister pose. She is planning something nefarious to be sure. Don’t take your eyes off that one. Her expression reminds me of one of those horrific Elf Shelf things that hide in your house creating mischief at night. I have said this before and I’ll say it again, those elf on a shelf dolls give me nightmares. NO TO SHELF ELVES.
And here they are after it was all over. This year’s big gift from Santa was a puppy. A real, live, coming-home-in-the-next-few-weeks Mr. Bingley puppy. They couldn’t believe it. Lizzy cried, it was very sweet.
Another perfect Christmas.
Tune in sometime next week (?) for a million pictures of Mr. Bingley. Oh, he is cute. I don’t think he is worth $5000 a year, though.
Does this ever happen to you? You take 75 pictures of your charming tot reading the best board book ever created, and then when you upload all the images you realize that she had a booger hanging out of her right nostril the entire time?