My Girly Rant

These pictures are unPhotoshop'd.



But do I look like this in real life? No, I do not.

The light was hitting my face just perfectly and washed away all my imperfections. See, every time I've been pregnant, I get these brown blotchy spots on my face that basically look like I've been playing in the dirt and then forgot to wash. And they're getting pretty dark the 4th time around here.

Very annoying!

So after I have this baby I'm planning on doing something very untypical of me. I'm going to buy crap to put on my face to fade my dark spots and maybe even see an esthetician for some microdermabrasion.



All on the off chance that my face will get half way back to this and maybe, just maybe, no one will ask me if I have dirt on my face ever again...unless of course I do have dirt on my face. Because that would be ok.

Look What My Family Can Do!

The kids all took a turn behind the camera. And not just any camera. My big ol' honkin' huge and heavy camera. They did pretty good.

Abby took these.




Madie took these.




Nathan took these of his own volition. He just stepped right up and took them and I didn't even have to ask him.


Look, Jared and I have the same quirky half smile happening, like we share the same genes or hang out a lot or something.




And Jared took these.




Ignore the junk on the table, we were unpacking groceries when the mood to play with the camera struck.



Not bad for a bunch of munchkins.

My Lack of Photoshop Skills

I was messing around in Photoshop and was trying to come up with a faded oldish picture look, which I'm horrible at.

See, it just looks all yellowee. (Yes, yellowee is a word.)


But then I did this, which isn't all faded, but totally sepiatonish (another real word), but I like the look.

Could I replicate the look again now?

No.

The Sparking Night Light

So one day the kids are playing nicely in their bedroom.




I could stop there because that was an amazing event in and of itself.

But I'll continue because the story gets even better!

The big kids come running out in a panic yelling about the sparks shooting out from their night light.

(?????) That's what I was thinking. So I jumped up and ran (literally) to their bedroom and discovered the problem.


Sparks were shooting out from their night light!!!


It turns out Abby found a penny, and instead of eating it like you think a toddler might do, she put it on the prongs of the night light and then plugged it into the wall.





It's kind of hard to tell, but there are chunks taken out of the metal prongs where the penny was sitting.


And here is the poor penny.








Yep, the penny has chunks taken out of it as well.

But, thank goodness, the child is still fully intact, and the outlet even still works. So does the night light, actually. And even though I was freaked out to try to use them, Nathan the "electrical" engineer assures me there are several reasons why they are still safe to use.

Thomas

My little brother cracks me up.



He attended a white elephant gift exchange



and gave 20x30 prints of these pictures as his gift.

What else happened in November?

We decorated for Christmas.

And while we were decorating, I was coming down with a sinus/strep/bronchial infection.

Except I didn't know it was a sinus/strep/bronchial infection, I thought it was really bad morning sickness combined with a really bad cold.

It wasn't until three days later when I couldn't even get off the couch to take Jared to school that I thought, "Gee, I think I might need to go to the doctor." Duh. It was yucky bad, but I was happy we had our tree up.