Oh gravy, we are home.
All of us.
Every one.

I have so many things to say.
And think.

But I am so tired.

SO tired.

So I will leave you with this, that I realized first thing this morning, while trying to stuff a silicone hat stuffed with my nerple into Jr's not-so-gaping-maw:

There is no blogging conference, no writing retreat, no Freedom Festival, no pizza, no cupcake better than waking up in two-hundred degree, decapitated head-filled El Paso in a milk-soaked bed with my entire family.





(Although if someone were to bring me a cake bite in bed, I wouldn't turn it down.)

Camera Found!

The camera had been hiding (since Mother's Day) in a top-secret pocket of W's Army backpack. I did not know that this pocket existed, and he forgot all about it until he went to put some undies inside for an early morning run. Hooray! I have been praying about finding this camera for months. I felt like it would return. And it did! Because small miracles are the ones that keep me going. Reals.

So here are some of the pictures that had been languishing. Just a few, to tide you over until I stop playing Plants vs. Zombies.

You know who has a hot husband and a reasonably un-barfy brother? La Yen. PS: I can almost guarantee that they peed in those wetsuits out of spite and obligation.

My mom, modeling the slanket/booklight combo we gifted her and all of the aunts for M-Day.

Identical cousins.

Someone heeded her bangs cut! And Spanx for the bosom!

In other news, I have started the Christmas shopping. One baby, four favorite labies, my aunt and uncle, and the Papo/CayCay Experience: Check. I use a spreadsheet. Because I am Awesome. When do you start yours? November? Sucker.