The Party That Never Quits

It's 11:30 pm and I'm up all alone, stuffing my face with brie and sun dried tomatoes.

It's the only time I can eat anything without someone watching me, or crying because they wants some. Or both at the same time.

It's my own little mummy utopia.

I've been cleaning out my camera, you know, being all organised and stuff, and putting the photos into the correct files and deleting all the fuzzy ones that make people look like The Scream.

I found these doozies, and thought you might laugh as much as we did.

Background story:

We had friends and their small daughter over for dinner, and we had allowed the children to stay up past their bedtime.

Way  past.

As in, I'm pretty sure it was 10-ish when these pics were taken.

We'd sent the kids to the bathroom to do thier teeth-drink-toilet-wash your face routine, and to put themselves to bed. Which they did, with relatively little hassle.

All was quiet, except I could hear the faucet still running, so I, of course, went to go turn it off.

And thus began the "You guys! you totally have to come see this!" frantic whispering and gesturing...


I think the boy was a wee bit tuckered out. :)

I am crazy busy trying to get the house ready for Eli's birthday party on Saturday.

But trust me. There will be some serious YOU:create-ing happening.

Eli came a-croppa two nights ago, taking a spectacular stage dive off the couch and landing face first onto a small chest of drawers. Of course, like the good, concered parent I am, I made sure I'd cuddled him and made sure his eye still worked etc etc...

And then tried to get photos, because it had already come up bruised, the foretaste of a wikid black eye.

Adam thought it sick, but I know you all know better.

Anyway, we here round these parts know how hard it is to get Eli to sit still for anything. Especially photos.

So today, two days after he did it, I finally decided to hold him down.

This is the best of two seperate attempts.

Please notice the strategy of Food as Bribery.

Please do not notice the self art.

Then, I had a stroke of genius.

I strapped him into his car seat.

It still took about eleventy three photos to get this one.

I'd say this is the first of many...

But it isn't.

He's already had at least 3.