Stolen

I was told that a boy will steal a mothers heart. I had no idea what that meant, until I met this little guy. He came in to this world, and snatched mine right up, and I don't think I'll ever be quite the same.

Here is a picture of the culprit, but be careful, he may steal yours too.

Here he is meeting his two big sisters for the first time.

From the looks of it, he's stolen their hearts as well.

So, my sparse blogging usually consists of me going through my phone and seeing what may be somewhat entertaining. This is the randomness that I was able to come up with.

My girls and I at our recent and extremely fashionable photo shoot.

Actually, this is us just being our silly selves.

This is Max. He's not our puppy, but is a frequent visitor to our house, and he's a good little guy. This may come as a shock to some, but we had to find our last puppy (Papito) a new home. Thankfully we were able to find someone that loves and adores him, and doesn't mind his lack of potty training. I couldn't handle it any longer. Luckily, Max doesn't feel the need to mark every corner and rug in my house. Good boy.

Grandpa Mark at Christmas time!

What a handsome elf he is!

I think the facial hair makes him look quite manly, don't you?

I went on a vacation! I haven't gone anywhere in so long, and desperately needed it.

I had the best time, and can't wait for the next adventure.
If you don't know where this is, then you can sing the old rice-a-roni song, I was probably singing this in my head the whole time.