Better late than really late and what doesn't kill you just maims you really bad or something like that

We finally did our May footprint craft. I was hoping to have Steve home when we did it (to prevent tying Sam to his highchair and/or chemical sedation), but he has this thing called work and blah blah blah he has to be there for so many hours a day and his command doesn't care that it's well past the first week of May and my April footprint craft is still hanging in the foyer, taunting me with my lateness every time I walk past. So! I put on my big girl panties and did it ALL BY MYSELF. I bribed Sam with Cinnamon Chex (it's probably the most sugar-laden food he's ever eaten) and he behaved himself quite nicely. He still scooted his foot around like an epileptic when I tried smushing it against the canvas, but whatever, I'm getting used to these projects looking like crap. Molly received another bath after the activity and we just have THE most exciting days around here, huh?

I noticed this morning that my project is grammatically incorrect. April's craft said, "April showers" and May's was supposed to say "bring May flowers." Well, instead it reads (together), "April showers brings May flowers." GAH. A major part of me wants to find some whiteout and make it right, but the other part of me (the lazy part that usually wins these arguments) is not ready to drag the troops all the way to Walmart just for the sake of this silly craft.

Speaking of art, we have been receiving some FUN stuff in the mail lately. Sue sent me this one-of-a-kind handmade card and envelope and I think it's just the neatest thing! And it came from Japan! Made my day for sure. (The front of the envelope is way cool, but our addresses are on it, and I don't want anyone going to Japan and flooding Sue with demands for your own custom cards. Also, I hear multiple people commenting on Molly's kissable, pinch-able, in-yo-face cheeks and my house just isn't presentable enough for company right now.)

We also received a package from the hilarious Sarah a few weeks back. She gave the kiddos two cute outfits and YES, I'm totally blogging about it.

Poor Molly is destined to never have her picture taken with an actual camera, bless her heart.

I had been waiting for Molly to grow a little so she could fit into her onesie, and then when I put it on her a few days ago, the thing just BARELY snapped. (Also note: she wore a 6mo outfit to my doctor's appointment yesterday. Chunky. Monkey.) Moments after this picture was snapped, vomit. A few hours later, more vomit and some poop. I am like a ninja in stain-fighting these days. (A white-belt, of course.)

Sam's shirt fit him perfectly and he absolutely did not smear his own poop on it later in the day. (Yes he did.)

Here he is re-enacting the scene of the crime.

And showing me his favorite trick to take my mind off of the poopy laundry: the magic baby belly.

It worked. But good LAWD, just look at that skin- y'all know I'm gonna go through the sunscreen like water this summer.