Lost and found

I have been a bit neglectful in regards to the whole blogging world lately. I have not posted on mine, nor have I been reading or commenting on yours. I feel strangely disconnected. Often, blogging is the only adult interaction I get in a day (is it classified as interaction if I am reaching out to you from behind a computer screen?).

The reasons are simple: I have been ridiculously busy, and I have lost my camera. My calendar is allowing a brief opening for me to pause and catch my breath before full chaos resumes, so now would be the perfect time to post glorious stories of my recent adventures. Blast that MIA camera! Puts a kink in everything.

So you are stuck with some old, random photos I found in a mislabeled file.
So many things about this photo make me laugh; not the least of which is her ability to transform a shirt into a makeshift jacket. Nice touch Claire. Also, holy cow child, you are bald.
I think this look was in indication of things to come that I chose to ignore. She just looks devious and I should have put her on Craig's List promptly.
This one on the other hand managed to grow up without me noticing. Doesn't she look so tiny here. Now she is a full fledged girl. She even lost her chubby cheeks (I'm still waiting to lose mine).
And this picture blows my mind because all these little people are no longer little. None of them are babies. They belong to a few of my good friends. We each own 2 of them and will not be adding any more to our broods. That means all those cute little toes and feet you see will soon be walking into preschool. Our babies are preschoolers and our first born will be, gasp, kindergartners.

How did this happen? When did Cora start preferring Hanna Montana over Dora (for the record, she is not allowed to watch Hanna Montana yet, but begs every day)? Soon she will start saying things like "syke," and chasing boys. I'm not ready for that. I need her to stay little until I can come to terms with having a defiant little being to deal with. I am fearful that paybacks are in order, and she might be a bit of a handful. And by "might" I mean "will."

But it sure is fun to look back on their itty bitty days and remember how dang cute they were!