Just Stay Little

My friend, who happens to be an amazing hair stylist, told me on Sunday that I needed to cut Pee-baby's hair. 

 

  
Maybe she was right. 

Sunday night, Jared took the buzzers to Cryin Ryan's albino afro. 

Nothing is freakier than seeing your baby look like a twelve year old boy.  

It doesn't help that Ryan's first tooth is now visible.

I hate that babies grow so fast. 

It's disturbing.

I bet he's going to start getting pubes next week. 

Is it too early for "the talk"?

I didn't think so.

Valentine's Card

 Last time I read the scriptures, I think I remember that there was this one part that said:

Once you are a mom, thou shalt make stupid homemade crafts.

I think I read it in either Genesis or Isaiah.

As a practicing Mormon Mom, I am required to make useless crap that looks cuter than a kitten in a boot. 

One time, I didn't make crafts for, like, a month.... and I didn't take Sacrament the whole time.

I dug into my copious craft supplies and pulled out what I would need. BTW, If a Mormon girl doesn't have at least $1000 worth of craft supplies, she isn't really Mormon.

I have a proven track record in card-making, so I busted this out for Jared:

Definitely cuter than a kitten in a boot. amen.

Pee-Baby = Dinosaur

Great. I was playing with Ryan yesterday when I had a realization.

My baby looks like the baby from the Dinosaurs sitcom. Awesome.

First he looks like a elf and now he looks like a pink reptile.

Sometimes Ryan gets eczema and his skin gets scaly.... just like baby Sinclair. Ugh.

At least Pee-baby has awesome hair and is better to cuddle with: