moosh in indy.

First of all, this:

Paul is five months old in this photo, Vivi? Four.

Needless to say Vivi got stuck in her Bumbo a lot more often.

Second, I promise to shooshy about my blurb book after a short “AWW!” about my blurb book:

Okay, I’m done. (Seriously, you need to make one of these.)

Third, in case you haven’t noticed, over there in the sidebar is a link to my shiny! new! Babble Voices blog, which means instead of writing 10 days a week I now write 4 times a month. (Did you hear that? It was an enormous sigh of relief for my sou and sanity.) I still have page view requirements (have to make money from the advertisers somehow!) but I still refuse to go controversial and I don’t really want to have to do slideshows if I don’t have to. Pinky swear.

That being said, here’s my first two posts:

Princess Pantyhose Lover – Wherein I discuss the fact that I am 30 and rely on nude pantyhose to keep my legs looking non-cadaver like. Turns out the comments may be more entertaining than the actual post. It’s also comforting to know that if everything else falls apart, I have nice arches and a future as a stocking model for strangers on the Internet.

We’re all a Little Lumpy, We’re all a Little Strange – This one was supposed to be written wisdom to Addie and Vivi about how Hollywood lies and kissing underwater is a complete joke that should never be attempted. It still turned out to be full of useful advice, but I had to take out the “parental wisdom” bit when things turned to seashells in your rear and celebrity mucous plugs.

Related posts:

1. all this babble blurbed.
2. wherein I try to help you with shutter speed
3. shutter at the irony.
4. worn hands, lovely gifts.
5. hideous lovely.