The Little Sir is 10 Months Old!

Another month has passed by with our sweet Little Sir Tootsie Roll…

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Making him a whopping 10 months old!!!

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Alas, I didn’t actually take any photos on his 10-month “birthday”
because my sweet Little Chap decided to commemorate the moment
by getting his very first ear infection.

Boo.

So instead I’m including a few photos from some happier days in the month…

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Of which there are many.

Because our Little Sir is one very happy Little Chunk-a-lunk.

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We love our 10-month-old Little Sir!

Oh, and hooray for amoxicillin!!!

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A Thanksgiving Recipe

Since I didn’t have to host OR cook this Thanksgiving (score!), I thought I’d exert myself just a tad by sharing my sure-fire recipe for holiday success…

Ready for it?!

Okay.  Start with a comfortable home (preferably NOT your own), and

Stir in some loved ones.
(The more good cooks and rowdy cousins in the batch, the better.)

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Make sure you’ve included a few fun aunts and uncles.
(The nutty ones give the dish a really great crunch.)

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Sprinkle in a little princess/fairy power to kick the flavor up a bit.
(Remembering that sass and mismatched outfits will boost your dish’s style points.)

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Top it all off with a bunch of fall leaves.
(Lazily avoiding to rake said leaves for week and weeks prior will really help with this step.)

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Then bake it all at 350 degrees for 30 minutes, and pour yourself a big glass of wine.

And VOILÀ!  A Mama-Julie Thanksgiving weekend masterpiece!

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Cookbooks forthcoming.  Get excited.

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Morning mischief

It’s the morning.

Kids are fed, dishes are done.

Mama sits down for a brief moment of hot coffee and quiet.

Bliss.

And then she hears it…

“OOOOOOHHHHH NO!”

“What a mess!  No!  DON’T EAT THAT!”

Mama sets down her beloved caffeinated friend and runs to the nearby room to find…

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Shredder paper.

Knocked out and dumped all over the office.

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Shredder paper.

Being gathered and piled and stuck to whatever surface it can find.

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Shredder paper.

 Being tossed into the air while two very excited Little Misfits squeal in delight,

“It’s raining!  Look Mama, it’s raining!”

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Shredder paper.

Being licked and chewed by a baby who is too confused and excited to know any better.

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Shredder paper.

Darn you, shredder paper!!!

And WHO, pray tell, did this dastardly deed belong to?!?

I’ll give you a hint.

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That’s right, folks.

Despite my older children’s penchant for rowdy and mischievous behavior,

this naughty act of knocking over the shredder belongs to none other than

the Little Sir.

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You know what they say…

It’s always the quiet ones who you have to watch out for.

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