I Can See Russia from My Swing!

Thanks for my Alaska onesie, Katie Summers!

Hippity Hoppity

Easter's on its way...

Erin Go Bragh

While I'm pretty sure every bro in America claims Irish heritage, I think our claim is legit on both sides. Thus, we had to celebrate C's first St. Patrick's Day properly (let's leave aside the fact that actual Irish people most likely do not celebrate it like we do, but Americans sure have a knack for appropriating other cultures' celebrations and turning them into drinking holidays. And I'm all for that. Because AMERICA).

Also, our Upstate family was in town for the weekend, so we had to do it up right.

 

Had lots of cute outfits lined up. Pics were a general fail.

So here's this one again just for good measure:

Meeting Nana (he was not very social at the introductory dinner on Friday night)

Uncle Trev

On Sunday night, we had a big (very big) family (lots of family) dinner with a great braised beef recipe that BA found and other fun festive wares. I made this Guinness beer cheese--I think I've had it pinned for over a year but can now vouch for it--it's a keeper.

Prep work.

A good time was had by all, but little man was all tuckered out.

Too much green beer. 

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

And also crying. And pooping.

Stop!

In the naaaame of love...

Overly Ambitious

Our lovely meal delivery train has, sadly, come to an end, leaving us to wonder how we will eat real food going forward.

So I managed to have enough time to make a little quiche today, using my go-to recipe. I had enough time while the baby napped to use BOTH HANDS! to chop and assemble and get it in the oven.

Getting it out of the oven, however, was asking a little much.

Outtakes

Some of the shots from the one-month photo shoot that did not make the final cut...

off I goooo!

spitsies

this was boring in so many different ways

Dr. Evil

the farting pirate

does this blanket make my ears look big?

hey YOU

flopsy

DONE.