Pitiful, Just Pitiful

Pitiful is the word that would best describe my blogging lately. Ok, maybe nonexistent would be better. I feel silly saying it again, but yes our camera is broken AGAIN. Fortunately we were with my family over Christmas and my mom sent me the pics from her camera.

I could seriously be up all night writing about the adorable things my kids are doing but that just isn't going to happen so sadly, I'll have to give you the condensed version.

So first Marin. My sweet little girl is still sweet but she's also crazy. My days are filled with being abused by this energetic child. She likes to crawl all over me which inevitably results in scratches, punches, kicks, pulled earrings and the like. I'm trying to explain to her that it hurts mommy when she does these things. She doesn't seem to be getting it. So here's the WWF Princess at Grammy's house.

Here we are playing in Grammy's super fun and arctic cold fountain.

"Mascara goes on your eyes, right mom?"

Grammy put in a swing for the grandkids and Marin would "shwing" and "shwing" until it hypnotized her into a sleepy kid coma. Have I mentioned how sad I am that she refuses to wear hair bows/clips even though she looks amazingly adorable in them? It's a tragedy of immense proportions.



And now to the Grahamster - that adorable, chunky manimal (or Granimal as we've endearingly named him). He has super-baby strength and is one dense, thick little man. I'm curious if he'll lengthen out like Marin did or if he'll have a totally different body type than she does. He is as sweet as pie and I love burying my lips into his soft squishy cheeks. This is funny. Graham fell asleep face first on Adrianna's shoulder. Holidays are rough on the little man.

And last but certainly not least, a family picture of the Motters.

Mark, Me, Andrew, Mom, Dad, Grahamster, Jeremy and Inny.