Thanksgiving 2012

 Yesterday morning, I found my brother, Ben, in a pile of fresh laundry.  How he got there, I have no idea, but he seemed pretty pleased with himself.

 Then it was off to Bamma and Bampa's house for a big turkey dinner. Delicious!

 Ben ate a lot, so he had to have his diaper changed a lot.

This may actually be his best look -- on the changing pad.

In Your Face ... with MY FACE!

 So, Grace, I'm getting better at this photo stuff.  Look at me.  You can't beat this smile.

How's this one? Cute enough for you?

 And as far as lifting my head during tummy-time, I'm months ahead of where you were at my age, Grace.  Take that!

Here's one more to show you I can also do "serious."

UCLA v. USC

 I put this shirt on only after the game, when UCLA had already beaten USC -- for the first time in a while.  I can't pick sides in this one.
My dad was happy.

But my mom was bummed.  Oh, why couldn't USC have won, too?!

Picture This

 Ben is a newbie when it comes to being photographed.  It's something he's going to have to work on.  He could take a few tips from me.  My expert jazz hands and natural smile make this picture pop.

 Here, Ben just hangs there.  There's no movement.

In this one, I painted on a subtle little beauty mark, and you can't look away.  It's almost too easy.

While Ben is clearly cute, he just hasn't developed a relationship with the camera yet. 

It's not that difficult.  I'm sure he'll work it out soon enough.

Vote!

Ben takes a milk break to make this public service announcement.

Roar!

 Happy Halloween!  I did a bunch of trick-or-treating throughout the day.  I went as a tiger princess -- that's a tiger with a tiara and a wand. 

It got a bit warm inside my costume, so I took off the hood after a while.

 I did pretty well for myself.

 Ben came along, too, as Winnie-the-Pooh.

I don't think his heart was in it, though.  He fell asleep before getting any candy.  I gave him a piece of mine so he wouldn't look too pathetic.

Very, Very Frightening

 You might have thought I was talking about Halloween -- which I'm totally ready for, by the way.

 But what's really scary is tummy time.  I do not like it.

 I can't wait until I'm able to roll over onto my back by myself.  Then I can kiss tummy time goodbye.