Here’s a good New Year’s Resolution:
Get a smaller dog.
Thanks to Gabrielle’s tot for showing us all that we’re not alone in feeling like we just can’t get up for work tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
Here’s a good New Year’s Resolution:
Get a smaller dog.
Thanks to Gabrielle’s tot for showing us all that we’re not alone in feeling like we just can’t get up for work tomorrow.
Happy New Year!
As we adults tackle our New Year’s dieting resolutions, Cormac simply collapses in defeat over the overindulgences of the holidays.*
I know. I know. You’re HUNGRY right now. That Lean Cuisine felt like an appetizer. The carrots are boring without dip. Well…think about the red button your jeans are leaving on your stomach (am I revealing too much about myself?) and when that fails to motivate you, remember feeling like this.
Just looking out for you, folks. Now wake up and get to the gym.
*There is a small chance this exhaustion was caused by too much harmonica practice. I subscribe to the Tiger Mom method.
Frankly, there isn’t a picture in my collection that doesn’t invite some kind of reckless party joke, so I’ll just throw a random one up here.
What’s nice to know about this picture is that Cormac crashed out in front of the door to the garage on our semi-chilly basement floor. It doesn’t seem to bother him, does it?
That’s the doormat near his head. Love the detail of the star on his foot. Our little napping star!
Unlike most people, I don’t have anything against a good New Year’s resolution, but I’ll be darned if I’m going to resolve to get these boys into bed more often. Where’s the fun in that, right?
Happy New Year to all. May 2011 be delightfully sleepy!