At least Madeline will have pictures of what her childhood was like

I am not a picture person but give me a second to clarify.

I love looking at pictures and love the idea of having pictures but I never remember to actually take the pictures.

Consider this a free tip: I've found that taking pictures is kind of an important step in the whole "have-pictures-for-future-posterity" thing.

Anyways, I kept thinking this week that I had pictures to pull off of the camera. I couldn't remember what they were so I didn't bother with it. But then my friend Amie asked me if I had done anything with the pictures after the The Great 2009 Post-Christmas Ornament Debacle.

Oh, that's right. I did have pictures on the camera.

Something like this:


This would be the glass-shard scene after a playdate with Amie and her son last week.

During the visit, Amie and I were barely able to talk because we were carefully watching every movement of our two kids.

Or, if you want me to be really specific, I guess you could say we were pretty absorbed in catching up with each other and let our kids run around my house. In our defense, we did take the precaution of closing the bathroom door. We're not total negligent mothers.

Anyways, at one point, we heard a crash and jumped up to run to the front room. Somehow, our two angels had climbed on Madeline's recliner, pulled most of the ornaments off the tree and gleefully threw them to the floor.

Want a better look? Sure!

It might look like Pooh was a casualty that day but be assured, he's OK. He was a little shaken up, but he's fully recovered now. And that's the wicker vase that Madeline has been having so much fun with recently. I think it faked its own death to avoid more ornaments being thrown at it. It also survived.

Oh, but let's not forget another picture I took. No, again, it's not of Madeline's sweet face.

It's my fleece-covered leg with a black sock, clinging on for dear life. I realized this after wearing the pants all. day. long. I am one classy mama.