11 Months Old
May 13, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Photoblog | Tags: Fun with Baby Hats, Sir Drew

Also known as: the age at which you can officially rock a fedora.
Candy’s Family Photoblog: The Joker
May 6, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Photoblog | Tags: Miss Skye

Only instead of being a maniacal killer, this one’s a maniacal chocolate addict, torturing her mother with cries of “More? More? MORE!!!” (Can’t imagine where she gets that from. *AHEM*)
Candy’s Family Photoblog: Our Future Cardiologist
May 2, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Photoblog, Our Crazy Cats | Tags: Cardiologists of Tomorrow, Marcy

“Well,” thinks Marcy, resigned. “Better this than a proctological exam.”
Funny, I Don’t Remember Putting This on My Grocery List
Mar 25, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Photoblog
Some items come with a “sell-by” date. Others should come with a “give-nap-by” warning.
Jump! Jump! Jumper — ZZZZZZ.
Mar 4, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Photoblog

Oh, sure, the kid still won’t sleep for more than three hours at a time, but he WILL pass out mid-jump in his Jumperoo. *Sigh* Looks like he’s inherited my “love” for working out.
Once Upon a Time, Valentine’s Day Was About Romance and Ridiculously Overpriced Prix-Fixe Dinners…
Feb 14, 2012 | Filed Under: Candy's Column, Candy's Photoblog | Tags: I'm with Cupid, Valentine's Day
But now that I have kids…? It exists solely as another opportunity to take embarrassing pictures of them.

My original plan was to capture an amazing picture of the two of them together — oh yes, AMAZING — with Skye holding a sign that said, “I’M WITH CUPID.” Ha, haaaaa! But alas, you know what they about the best-laid plans: They all fall apart when you have kids, especially when you have an eight-month-old whose window of happiness was diminishing as the clock inched closer to his nap time and a two-year-old who refused to pose without clutching a bottle of hand sanitizer.
Feeling defeated, I finally put some clothes on the poor baby and loaded the kids into the car to head to daycare. “Your class is having a party today, Skye,” I told her, as the pungent smell of sanitizer burned my nostrils. “It’s Valentine’s Day, when we celebrate loving friends and family!”
“And giving Mommy lots of kisses?” she responded.
Yeah. Beats a ridiculously overpriced prix-fixe dinner anytime.








