On the Naughty List

I visited my sister's blog today. It says my last post is 2 weeks old. Two. Really, quite nearly three. 

This means I am a bad, bad blogger. But does it mean I am on the naughty list? I certainly hope not.

It's not that I haven't had a myriad of things to blog about. I've had a million things to share.

Like the family haircut night. 

Grammie cut Jane's, I cut Lane's, and Lane cut mine. True story. And I love my hair.

Or Thanksgiving. It was brilliant. Fifty pounds of turkey, 50 pounds of pie and 24 satisfied tummies (granted, one tummy was 1 week old and solely relied on his mommy). Jane got dinner twice (accidentally) and she loved it. And doesn't she look wickedly cute in her little argyle and pleated skirt?

Or Jane turning 9 months old. She's had loads of developmental milestones. We're all sure she's a genius. Still no crawling. (Why would she need to when she has 4 ready and willing adults at her beck and call every moment of the day? No one can stand to see her sitting alone. And Judgy Wudgy was a bear ... so don't judge. If you lived with her, you wouldn't be able to either.) But she scoots fast and far (only when no one is looking) to a desired object (like, say, a Christmas tree). She also says some "words" and I'm quite certain she knows what they mean. Like "du" or "duee" (short for dog and doggy) used when Cosmo and Bridget come tearing through the house. She'll also "woo woo" back at the dogs when they bark.

There was Christmas decorations being put up at home. We all loved it. (And we're still working on it.) I'm quite certain Jane has inherited my and my mother's unnatural love for Christmas (this goes far and beyond the normal level of love for the fabulous holiday).

But there is one event, in particular, that I need to expound upon. The Festival of Trees. My brilliant-beyond-brilliant sister Julia heads-up the craft portion of our local Festival (this year being 2 weeks postpartum ... are we sure we're related?). This year, having the inspiration of my sister's involvement, my mom and sisters decided to do a tree (largely created and accomplished by my equally brilliant mother).

We dedicated the tree to my Grandma who passed away 3 years ago. Grandma loved quilting, books, cooking, Christmas and Madame Alexander dolls. Above all, she loved her family and she passed on these passions of hers to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren (Jane is named after her). We tried to represent Grandma's passions with the tree (cooking excluded) and I'm happy to say it sold for a good amount. All of the money goes to supporting the homeless in our area.

Lane, Jane and I loved accompanying my mom, sister and brother-in-law (who had his own tree as a part of his community outreach project for residency) to the Festival to set up the tree. Lane was a tremendous help and Jane brilliantly passed by not one, but two naps in an effort to get the tree up (then slept for 4 1/2 hours upon returning home).

And I promise, I'll really try harder to blog upkeep. If not for you or myself, then for the sake of getting back on the nice list.