This is what happens when I clean off memory cards that I haven't looked at in a while. I get some good laughs, and you get a blog post full of random pictures that I thought were funny.
Brotherly love. Especially when Max spreads that booger he's working on all over Ian.
Ian and Grandpa were very good this Christmas.
One of the many, many, many snowstorms we've had this winter.
This is one of approximately 647 self-portraits we have of Abby.
Now this one is a mystery to me. Why exactly is my daughter getting beaten with the remote control? And why is she smiling about it?
There's a baby in the violin case!
I think I was about 32 weeks pregnant with Ian in this picture. Frightening. There's a reason I never uploaded this...
Max the lady killer.
"Big Helper!" Max reminds us as he rearranges the silverware.
This is what I wish I was doing right now. Yawn. If only he slept this well at 4:30 am, when he's convinced it's morning.
Are you sensing my "sleep-deprived" theme?