Jen, Charlie & Sarah came for a visit this weekend. We managed to eat lunch out (twice) as well as shop for four consecutive hours. This is no small feat with a two-and-a-half year-old, an almost-seven-month-old and a five-and-a-half month-old.
I looked over at some point this weekend and my Charlie was standing smack dab in front of the TV. This is laugh-out-loud-funny to me. What a spaz. I have no idea why he has his pants unbuttoned or why he pulled his shirt over his head like that. He's a boy so I know why he has his hands in his pants. 
Renee enjoyed getting her picture taken about as much as she did at Thanksgiving. Bless her little pea-picking heart. I don't know what the phrase means but I know my mom used to use it quite liberally when I was growing up. And that's good enough for me.
A kiss from big brother. Charlie LOVES the babies. He can't stop kissing them. 
Speaking of which, here is Charlie & his angels. Ahh, isn't that cute? Get it? Charlie's Angels. I'm hilarious.
It was my mission in life to get a picture of Sarah smiling for my mantle. I won. She is no match for my shananigans. 
The trouble is that I almost like this one better. Because she's giving me this look that says "Watch it, Lady or I'll have to take this thumb out of my mouth and WAP you." And she would. Five-and-a-half months and she's crawling. I mean not TECHNICALLY crawling but she can get from one end of the room to the other. I fear for the sanity of my sister. 
We took some over-the-top pictures of the girls in a gigantic rubber ducky but I refuse to post them until I figure out how to fix the background in Photoshop. It could be 2009 but I WILL figure it out.
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