This is our BIDNESS, people!

So . . . The Hammons came and left. Easter came and left. We had fun. We did some stuff. Then Papa came. He's leaving tomorrow. . . . It's reality show pic time!


Tractors are awesome. We're so awesome.


Honestly. I'd rather be . . . What's going on here?


Overpriced greasy food at the Pima County Fair? Here's my wallet!

Tell me that I'm not adorable. Go ahead. I've got leg rolls to change your mind.

We got new pajamas, now we can be friends!

Mommy loves to shop, and Mommy loves a bargain. Check out the new digs that cost less than a fiver at Children's Place.

Oh, no! the fashion police found our hideout. We're going back to the candy striper penitentiary.

From left to right:

"Hold me up. The weight of these stripes is making me slouch."

"Whatev's, lazy sister."

"Look! I have fingers!"

"Strike a pose. There's nothing to it."

VOGUE, VOGUe, VOGue, VOgue, Vogue, vogue . . .

Well, I guess he can work for Willy Wonka

Show me a mountain of breastmilk that I can't consume, and I will show you how poorly you have judged the capacity of my belly.

Gabriel . . . is fat. The boy is only 11 weeks along and is already blown past the 16 lb mark. According to medical journals, he's got a big head and short legs. Right now, he wears 6-9 month tops and 0-3 month bottoms. Oh crap! He's an Oompa Loompa.

My parents shoved me in this baby seat to laugh at me. Go ahead people. I'll be mixing your chocolate soon enough, and I'll be deciding what's considered an "ingredient".

Aunt Becki sent Avery a coloring kit for her birthday and she decided to share with her sisters (Enter a choir of angels singing the Hallelujah chorus. Her dad enters in the joyous singing but is quickly smacked across the head by a rogue harp.). Thank you, Becki, for bringing peace among the girls for at least an hour or two.

In fifteen seconds, we'll all be yelling at each other.