Did I promise to finish up that picture essay?  Hell, why not.

Next up was Kristi’s birthday.  Dinner at the Roadhouse, drinks at a relaxed bar.  It was crazy (have you ever tried to get a table for 16 people?) and chill (cold beers and a swing) all in the same night.

Birthday Girl!

Look who else came?

Brandi and Seth, also known as those who work too much and are difficult to see!

I caught it!  I caught your real smile!  Leave it to that baby to distract him enough for this to occur.

And then Lindsey balded my nephew.  I may not have taken this as well as one would hope.

He may have been referred to as Nnenna.  He may have also learned the word ghetto and to tuck your cell phone in your bra for safe keeping.  I’m not at liberty to say who called and taught him these things.

Here Zach is combing Jorden’s hair, which is officially longer then his now.

Does it feel like we need another baby in my life?  Absolutely!

Jackson was born Friday the 12, 6 pounds 2 ounces.  Adorable as hell, with Dad’s red hair and Mom’s chin.  I brought my roomy purse, but hospital security is pretty tight these days.  Congrats Brig and Wade!

This guy graduated college.  Mind your kids, Mikey has now been released into the world of education.  He celebrated with a tequila shot, which he never does.  I think me and Jenika are bad influences.

I lose a lot of writing time to this.  Combine cuddling babies and our spa, I’m MIA for hours.  Why were we not in the spa all last year?

We pried ourselves from the spa long enough to have Tatum’s first birthday party.  So I made very many cakes.

Pretty much for the express purpose of watching her do this:

Despite having a few worries beforehand, the birthday party was a huge success.  And then the Tate got her first shiner on her actual birthday the next day.

Before you get all suspicious, we don’t torture the children. I do, however, let children torture the cats.

Killer is acting like having all these kids around is destroying her life.  While not unexpected, Princess Killer needs to get over it, and the first step is to stop hurling on my bed.  Thanks.

Did you think we were done with the baby pictures?  Nope!  Baby Michael is two months old now, and doing great.

I visited him and his Mama last week, and he made these faces at me the whole time.  I think he could sense my urge to tuck him into my purse for a quick escape.

Jorden started crawling.  I know, Shan Shan is totally screwed.

Should I mention this was at about one in the morning and we still had several beers and rounds of Asshole to play?  How I made it until the sun rose without passing out face down on the deck of the pool is beyond me.  I run on a combination of smoke, Dr. Pepper and music these days.

Then I had a dead-bird-corpse-type situation in the backyard on Monday.  The nice neighbor was kind enough to dispose of the body, despite my slight hysteria about not being any where near the situation.  So we fed them some pizza, played some games, and then… what else, we all got in the spa.

And my final excuse for not writing more.  Who wants to write when you can get open mouth toddler kisses and have long talks in the spa?

I’ll get back to the writing soon.  I’m (surprise!) a little insane right now, and trying to work some things out.  First up:  why am I such a stubborn bitch.  This could get interesting!