the gang's all here.

I'm not entirely sure which is worse: that it took me 3 weeks to type this post or that it took 7 weeks to get all the group babies together.

Either way, it's a Thanksgiving miracle that I'm blogging right now. That Thanksgiving miracle is also known as Emy leant us her Jumperoo for the week and Sam is super occupied right now. Thus leaving me a free moment to be a mediocre mom and what I was in my former life, a blogger. Thanksgiving Miracle. And I'm fine with mediocre right now. He's alive, he's breathing, he's distracting from the big bad tooth. Winner winner pureed chicken dinner.

Now, as you may recall, the pregnancy pact with my besties is over, we have four new babies in the friend group so let the drooling, sticky hands, and subtle urine smell take over our dinners. We finally got all the kids together in one room and that called for a photo op/dress up time/child exploitation.

Dania made the onesies.
The Gang's All Here.

When we took the pic, they were (give or take a week) Lucas (8 months), Sam (6 months), Noah (4 months), and Camden (2 months). That's our crew.

That's also one of the only pics we have where a hand isn't holding a baby into place OR a baby isn't decimating the baby next to them. Apparently, this is a rough crowd.

Obviously my favorite part of the pictures was Sam, not just because he's my DNA but he was a consummate professional throughout our shoot. Well, you be the judge. I mean, let's just say, one of these babies has a Mom in love with her camera and you can probably figure out which baby it is.

Oh I love these four something fierce. They are going to get in so much trouble together.

having a great friday night as parents.

Anyone else super glad we married each other?
Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?

Also, pardon my beauty, but it was Pajama Friday today so I make-up'd, showered, and made any sort of appearance effort yesterday. Couldn't be bothered today. Too much pajama-ing going on. And apparently, too much spinning in the sea going on.

Happy Friday.

things i should have blogged about this week.

November is getting away from me people. We are all aware that Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away, right? Thank god I'm not cooking or I'm pretty sure we'd be having Kraft mac and cheese (not even classed up with hot dogs) because I apparently do not have my "stuff" together.

What I do have together is a collection of cell phone photos from the last week that for sure should have "made the blog" but didn't because I suck at life and Sam isn't giving me my union breaks. I'm 'bouts to organize. I mean there has got to be some sort of motherhood union, right? Because let me tell you, the wages are crap, the working conditions are less than ideal, and management keeps adding more to my plate (while dumping his on the hardwood floors and making fart noises at me). Something has to be done.

In the mean time, here is what you should have read about this week. Send complaints for lack of blogging to one Samuel K. Allison.

So we got to name our baby monitor and naturally named it the Sam Cam because well, obviously. Chuck Allison, genius that he is, had the light bulb moment of his life when realized that if we laid Sam and Camden in the crib together it would - wait for it - literally be Sam Cam. This was taken for him because he is an idiot and we like to play to him.
They were, however, so adorable in the crib, that a picture had to be taken of them. It will most likely be the cover of their wedding program in 2038.

Someone was smizing and I wanted to reward that with a picture.

This is the terrifying face of someone who hadn't pooped in five days and was being force fed prunes. They, um, worked, but it looks like we need another round of prunes, (cough) if you catch my disgusting drift (cough). This is a good moment for you to remember that he's sitting in a cloth diaper...

I'm sorry, but is he 40 years old and folding down the top of his newspaper to look at me?

Fe is going to KILL me for posting this but this is how we feel about teething. It is not fun. People don't really need teeth, right? How about I just stop the process, get him some dentures, and call it a day? Good. Done and done. I'm pouring a can of coke in his mouth to rot those suckers out before they break through. (KIDDING. Jeez. Don't call CPS on me). 

I'm a new mom, so help me out here. I think he may (MAY) have wet the crib. Let me know your thoughts.

Remember how I said we are having a GREAT time teething? We are. There is a party in his mouth. Not really. But his double chin is SWEET looking in this picture.

I run out to do some errands last night. I come home to this. Note that the bow matches the pants. This was a point of pride for Chuck. #samantha

So apparently I can't leave him alone? No? I have to watch him at all times? See what I mean about the working conditions in this joint?

FYI he still knows where the monitor is and it's still creepy.

Speaking of creepy, found this as I was uploading these pics and it just felt right to repost it. You know what I mean? Good. I love when we are on the same page.

a freaking half year.

So blogging has been a little light lately. Yikes. These six month old things are high energy and word on the street is, this doesn't let up. I'm going to need to work on my nap time management because I did a sucktastic job in October at blogging. I have responsibilities, Sam. And those responsibilities include over saturating the social media market with you. He just doesn't seem to understand just how documented I want his life to be. Jeesh.

I could say so many things about Sam at 6 months, but they've all been said before.

Ok. Fine. I'll sum him up quick and then we will blow right into pictures from the month.

He's the best.

That's all there is to him. If you haven't met him, you'll have to take my word for it. If you have, feel free to back me up. He's a good kid.

And we've owned him for a whole half year.
Best decision. Best six months. Best thing to happen to us.

Someone thought he was in an Ah-Ha video and I didn't have the heart to tell him he wasn't.

His best Carmen Miranda impression.

#notstaged. He did this. I died. Thank god my camera is attached to my face.

I have no idea where he gets this judgy face from.

Camden is a month old, seven pounds and change. Sam was confused on whether or not to eat her or put the moves on her.

Don't we clean up nice? And isn't my forehead HUGE here? I look like I have a receding hair line. Oh well. The kid is super cute.
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