Santa

We decided to go back to the Children's Museum to see Santa.  Last year's pic was so cute.  This year was a little more traumatic for Charlotte. Quite honestly, this Santa was a little more scary.  AND I was pretty set on snapping a pic, so I quickly deposited Char on this strange bearded dude's lap and started to run to the other side of the room.  I don't really blame her for freaking out.

Crazy Busy

Lately, I have been trying to cram in way too many hours of CME (continuing medical education) into the end of the year.  This crazy busy life has lead to lack of maintenance and upkeep.  The only reason our house is mildly decent is because of Richard's efforts.  However, I am feeling fuzzy.  I finally shaved my legs last Sunday and, because it was 70 degrees, I didn't wear tights. On the way to church I was putting lotion on my legs. Apparently, I missed part of my knee and the hairs looked like they had never met a razor.  Maybe in a few weeks we will have an introduction. Then, this weekend I was at a conference in Baltimore and looked in one of the super high powered mirrors in the hotel and realized I was starting to look a little like Bert on Sesame street.  Not to mention that I think my mustache is growing with wild abandon. I know what you are thinking: why are you blogging about this, why don't you just go shave your legs, pluck your eyebrows, and get rid of that mustache...good thought...I should...maybe soon.  

Speaking of cramming way too much in:  This girl was having a love affair with blueberries for the last few months.  Check this out.

Settling into her princess chair sans a shirt.

 Forget my hands, I am just going at this thing piggy style.