up ditty update

I'm on Christmas carol overload and so every single thought I have is to the tune of a holiday jingle and every phrase I create (see title) could fit easily into a song.

But that's beside the point.

I realize I'm a little behind on photo sharing. Mea culpa.

Go hog wild, ya'll.

Erin and I before our big grad bash.

Grandpa Bob organized a rosary with all the grandkids (minus Drew and Dillon) at his house.

Traveling statue of Our Lady of Fatima.

Attempt 1 thousand something at a Christmas-esque family photo.

He fits in the rocker just fine. It's just the rocking motion that throws.

Literally.

Not that I would let that happen.

I am Mother of the Year.

Before the big event.

Before my spanx stole the feeling from the lower half of my body

and I could still manage a genuine, painless smile.

He loves his Grandma Barb.

Grandma and Grandpa came down for my graduation on Sunday.

I got 'er dun.

Don't my parents look relieved?

I, however, am not.

Reason 1. Spanx.

Reason 2. Remaining final

We couldn't take a group picture to save our lives. It was a wee too crowded.

This baby's momma done graduated!