No, I Didn't Forget :)

Here they are! The pictures of Matthew from when he was little...

I loved him soooo much...

He hates this picture, now, but oh well. It was cute. :)

Evil laugh...LOL...even back then...:)

This hat jus cracks me up...

Haha, he looks so short!

Ever so undignified...LOL

I have no idea what he was doing in here...

Now I'm sure Matthew is very embarassed, but I hope you enjoyed!

Cupcake Fun :)

Mkay, is she cute, or is she cute??

You all have a great week!

Four Little Monkeys

Last night I had the privelidge of babysitting these little munchkins...

I walk in the door, am greeted by four shreiking children. Madison literally jumps into my arms, giggles widly, then stands back, frowns and informs me: "You're short." Thanks, Madison. =)

Nicholas and Grace's favorite "funny face" is to stick their tongues out. They do it over and over for pictures and it never looses its hilarity for them. Ahhh, to be four again!

We got to play with play-dough. We pretty much had a blast.

Michael made a point not to let me take his picture. So, this is the only one I was able to get:

Hope you all are having a fabulous day!
[Yes, I am back to my regular template. ;)]

This Is What I Did Last Night...

Cheers!

~Elisabeth

Babysitting Blues

Hey, ya'll. Since I'm feeling waaaaaaay too lazy to write about anything scriptural or historical, we're going to do sort of a Q & A. What is your most memorable (scary, funny, weird, etc.) babysitting venture? Now, I know all of you have babysat someone (pets count) at least once. So. Please comment and share your "babysitting blues" with us. I'll start with one of mine. I'd have to say my most "memorable" (or whatever you want to call it) babysitting escapade was the night of the Creepy Guy. You know, when the guy who looked suspiciously like TobyMac came to our door while Emily and I were watching Abby and he tried to get in. Man, that was W-E-I-R-D. Actually, we were scared to death. After Emily peeked out the window, we ran to the basement and contemplated hiding under the bed. Finally, however, we settled on arming ourselves with a giant roll of wrapping paper...just in case. And if I remember correctly, we called my mom, just to make sure she wasn't expecting a visit from TobyMac that evening.
Allllllright. Your turn. Answer away!