Justin Timberlake loves my friend, so that makes me cool by proxy.

For real.

In all the big land of twitter, His Royal Make-me-feel-like-I'm-12-with-a-crushiness... replied AND started following my friend, Lizz. You can read about it here.

I'm more than likely getting together with her (and some other friends) in Tampa in August - and I'm pretty sure he's totally going to want to come, too.

From the mouths of babes...

In the past few days, Charlotte has reduced her vocabulary down to just two words - Ernie and Elmo. She wakes in the morning calling for them, wants them by her side as she eats her breakfast, she dances in front of the TV and computer calling out their names - waiting for them to appear, she even uses their names as expletives when she's angry. It's somewhat cute, somewhat annoying, often times frustrating (when I can't figure out what she wants) - and truth be told, I'm starting to get a bit jealous of those muppets and the hold they have on her sweet little heart.

Well, we were in the shower today and we were talking about Jesus. She can say Jesus, so I was trying to get her to.

Me: Can you say "Jesus?"

(she pauses, and looks at me)

Charlotte: Elmo.

*sigh*

Norah & Aliza come to play, on Fathers Day.

And of course, Charlotte with her Daddy...

Kids are Strange.

Or maybe it's normal to wear pants on your head while watching Sesame Street.

Oh - and she's not wearing a shirt b/c she barfed on hers. Kids are gross, too.

Babies, bellies, baseball, Bibles, etc.

I've been mad crazy busy lately. Life, work, life, more work - and squeezing in sessions when I can. I've done newborns, families, maternity, covered 3 days of VBS and even did a White Sox game! As you look through the pictures below - please notice the phenomenon that is "Allison takes pictures of beautiful people."

Seriously. Aren't they all GORGEOUS??? (the people, not the photos, lol).

This one is cute... but it's like 7 months old. They sure do shoot ahead!

I now get what it IS to be 16 months old.

I bet this is what it feels like, sorta, to grow teeth for the first time.

Good freaking gravy, I'm at the end of day 4 - had a follow up today, am STILL swollen and have a golf ball sized knot on my jaw on one side, can only slip my toothbrush into my mouth sideways - and am so sick of soup that I'm tempted to smash all the bowls in the house.

Did I mention it hurts? Because it does! We're talking "wake me out of a dead sleep around 3am each day" kind of hurt.

At my follow up appointment, my surgeon apologized no less than a dozen times. He said that I had really big teeth, and a really small mouth - and that he knew while he was doing it that I was NOT going to be feeling good for a while.

That's the first time some one has ever told me I had a small mouth.

In fact, I've been accused of just the opposite on more than one occassion.

So when I run out of percocet, I wonder if Charlotte will share her Hylands with me....

I'll stop whining about this eventually.

Eventually.

Speaking of Charlotte - gratuitous pictures of her, her BFF Prestley, a slip-n-slide (or drinking fountain, if you're my daughter), a Barbie 4 wheeler, and some bubbles.

Everytime Charlotte slipped, she didn't understand that she was supposed to get back up - so she'd just lay there. Prestley would go over and try to pick her up.