So here it goes friends - Merry Christmas. From my family to yours.
Let's start with me, the mom.
Headbands rule and so do high foreheads.

Don't get mad, just get a blue head band and workout.
Sometimes you don't realize how old you are getting until you see a photo of your wrinkly neck. When did that happen? Age 34, that's when. All down hill from there. (I'm 36 now).

No makeup and my daughter's hairclip. I've seen better days.
My new ad campaign for Totally Desperate Mom. This was (accidental) mom abuse.
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Now for my sidekick, Shiloh.
I really apologize if you have a mustache, but no. Just no. Cut off jean shorts and a stache are never accepted in this house. But obviously, I only wield so much power around here.
I actually really dig the long hair, but I'm pretty sure this double chin was not planned.
This double chin was planned.
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Now for my eldest child who loves basketball, soccer, potty talk, and cuddling. Warning: a few of these photos may make you sick, give you nightmares, or cause you to unfriend/unfollow me.
Actions speak louder than words.
Collateral damage from Easter egg dying. It's a contact sport or something like that.
All tatted up with no place to go. Except picture day for YMCA basketball.
Thrilled to be here.
Focus on his facial expression and stop judging me for taking this photo.
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Now for my actress, fashion plate, teacher, and ball-of-fun Lydia.
Which is more nightmare inducing?
A clown, a jack-in-the-box, or Lydia with her face painted like this?
Extra hair clips, extra sunscreen, a missing tooth, and a wide mouth. I expect many calls from John Robert Powers.
Hmm . . . what should I wear tomorrow?
Aren't sleeping children so cute?
Relax people, it wasn't that bad.
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And now for my girl Jordis who sometimes speaks with a British accent, loves tea parties, and has an amazing falsetto.
There are no words.
She has the white-trash look down.
Perhaps my favorite photo of Jordis. If she ever tries to skip the country, this is what the world will see on her passport.
Diggin' it.
A confident dresser.
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Sister love.
All dolled up and ready for a photos shoot.
Because every kid loves a photo shoot.
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Bonus section:
Hope you catch a glimpse of my mom in this shot before she makes me delete it. I'll just tell her "No big deal, Mom. What happens on the internet stays on the internet."
And let's not forget my cooking, baking, forgetting-things-in-the-oven successes from 2011.
Moldy oranges for your growth groups.
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