I know you're sad to see the gangsta pics go, but...

all good things must come to an end.

Aren't random and incomplete thoughts just a part of life?
If you're a Mother they are!!
I've had the worst time thinking about what to post about next.
Instead of some photographic wonder or exciting adventure, I will now relay...

Emily...(while driving in the car)...DON'T!! Don't Caleb! You kissed my chicken!! (We really have no idea what she was talking about)

Titus...If you just want to get me one dinosaur for Christmas that's okay, I will buy the rest with all my money. Mama? Can I have some money?

Hey Look Mama! There's that Christmas man again! (looking at a picture of Santa in an advertisement) Are those his pajamas?


And now a little story...
Once upon a time there lived a little princess who thought she was in charge of everyone.
She was a sweet little darling, who loved what she loved, when she wanted to love it.
One day the Queen of the manor reminded her, that she was not to eat of the royal butter, on the royal counter top, in the royal kitchen. This made the little princess very cross and sad. The Queen gently mentioned that little princesses must not be cross and sad with their queen, or things in the kingdom will go very wrong. However, the burden was too great, for the butter was so tasty and she loved to use the royal stool to get onto the royal counter top. Why was the Queen punishing her? All at once the little princess ran screaming from the royal kitchen and promptly threw her royal-ness onto the royal carpeted floor, and proceeded to have a royal hissy fit. You see, while the princess wanted to express her displeasure to the good Queen, she did not want to injure her royal-ness on the cold, hard tile floor of the royal kitchen. Then, the queen banished the little princess to the royal chamber. After a short while of pursuing justice the little princess was restored to her proper place in the royal family. And the royal princess lived happily ever after...sort of. The End.