First, I know I look like re-heated hell in these pictures, there's no need to mention it. First person to make a crack about it gets banned for life, and don't even think I'm kidding and decide to tempt me because I am pregnant and irrational and overly sensitive about my girth crescendo (also oh sweet jesus but are we watching entirely too much Little Einsteins. I come up with crescendo as the only possible word and yesterday Mia told me to slow down because I was driving allegro).
Second, these are too adorable to pass up. Mia is playing a special symphony for her little brother, who is also wearing the bracelet she selected for him (that would be the red thing shielding my poor, stretched-out belly button from your prying eyes).
Third, put your head at that angle and let's see how many chins you have, shall we? Let she who is 17 and without the slightest bit of extraneous neck skin cast the first stone. (But first, see above re: banned for life, so not kidding about.)
And finally, how do you get a two year old to wear pants? We do ok in the morning, but by noon Mia is invariably modeling the latest in disposable diaper fashion for anyone who cares to see it.