and a Happy Late New Year

Boys + Alcohol + Karaoke = something painful. . .but, the good kind.

aww

I can't remember if this is Kev dancing, or doing his best gorilla impersonation. Oh well, I like 'em both.

"If you don't know me by now. You will never ever ever know me. . ."

Joel smoked a little too much crack that night.

Yes, he is my best friend. But he has this thing about taking pictures next to me (probably because I'm dead sexy and intimidating), so I had to sedate him.

Castle Park Photobooth

First time on the merry-go-round

Olive skin

Numero Uno

Eliot's party at the park (8/6)

The two grandmas. Grandma Rita, and my mom, Grammy

Harry freakin' Potter, BABY!

BOOKS!

Is Harry 18 yet? Uh oh. . .

David, myself, and Kwasi kickin' it register style

babies like pizza

Last night as I walked in an hour and a half late to my brother's suprise party due to my second session summer school class, I was trying to shove some cold pizza in my mouth, while tending to my cranky son, and carry on a conversation with three people. I had Eliot in my left arm and a piece of pizza in my right hand. The baby was tired and hungry and as I looked to my right to respond to a question somebody had asked me, the room exploded into laughter as Eliot lunged forward and tried to inhale my dinner. And to all you critics (and aunts) No, I did not let him EAT the pizza. But he did have some chocolate birthday cake. BOO YA! (this is actually a funny story. Before I arrived at the party. Somebody left the cake in reach of my 11 month old son and he punched the cake with a good ol left hook, right hook. Awesome)

Eat your heart out

wake up, mommy

This is what I get to roll over and see very morning. I am so lucky. He's on this new kick of waking up, rolling on his tummy and laughing at me through the bars in his crib until I wake up. It sure beats the whole "scream until mom wakes up" thing.

"ooooh, I think I hear the garbage truck!"