Hmmm . . .

There are a lot of crazy baby clothes. But when I saw this, I did a double-take.

That is ridiculous! . . .

Wait - or do I secretly love it?? . . .

No, no - get yourself together, Sarah. This is a pass. Definitely a pass.

Babies and Christmas are apparently a deadly combination. I may loose all common sense.

I'm going to need to keep a tight reign on my sanity this holiday season.

There is no good reason for Jacob to dress up like a mini-baby-Santa Claus.

Or is there?

Glad to be Dad

Robbie is a great dad. Awesome even. And a pretty good husband, too . . . so this one's for you, Dad. Here are some reasons we love you:

1. Robbie does the dishes and laundry when called upon . . . frequently. He doesn't act like some primeval caveman. "Me work. You make dinner by 6:00 and raise baby". None of that nonsense, we're a team.

2. We're watching TV a little while ago:

"Hey, Robbie, Gwyneth Paltrow is on Glee."

"Gwyneth Paltrow?? The girl from Iron Man?"

Yes, Robbie . . . the girl. From Iron Man.

3. Jacob grew a half of an inch: "He's growing! Sometimes I wish he could stay small forever!" (That's just cute.)

4. Robbie turned Jacob's Bumbo into a Yoda hover chair . . . he was picking it up and making it fly all around the room. Complete with Yoda voice.

5. And you can't argue with this:

You Can't Fool Me

I found myself watching the Country Music Awards the other night . . . I may not be the biggest country music fan, but I can appreciate the genre and have a handful of country artists on my iPod. I'm not ready to move to a farm, drink with the good ol' boys or profess to be a redneck woman, but I do feel qualified to make the following two remarks:

1. One thing that is essentially unique to country music is that you have to be a real musician to make it. You have to be able to actually sing to be successful in country music, and most artists play instruments and write their own songs. There isn't any autotune or stage pyrotechnics or barely-there outfits to hide a lack of musicianship. Whether or not you enjoy songs about a honkey-tonk or mama or cowboys, you can at least appreciate the voice singin' it to you.

2. Kid Rock. Gross. Since when is he officially country? Does he just think we can all magically forget about "BahWitDaBah"? (And by the way, if you click that link you can download "Bahwitdabah" straight to your cell phone!!) He is ridiculous and looks crazy . . . and I'm sorry, but if your first release is not even a real word, just a bunch of crazy syllables put together, then you've already lost me. There is no coming back from that, no matter how long you grow your greasy hair or how long you refuse to shave your sick-y facial hair. You can't fool me into taking you seriously as a musician . . . your name is still Kid Rock. Kid. Rock.

Do I sound harsh? May I remind you of this:

Sometimes I Get Ridiculous . . .

And I make my baby pose for pictures in his mini-swim trunks

(which were purchased on clearance for $1.97 solely for decorative purposes)

And wear mini-sunglasses

I realize that Jacob is not a live baby doll for me to dress up and pose . . .

But then again . . . he is a live baby doll for me to dress up and pose.

Halloweenie

I realize it is technically November, and it would have been more fun to have the date on this post read "October 31st", but as a self-proclaimed Halloween-Enthusiast, I had to share our Culp Halloween fun regardless. . .

I seriously love Halloween . . . a lot.

Which is why it exploded all over our house:

We had Vampire-jams for Jacob

And an "official" Halloween outfit

But the icing on the cake was the Fairytale Princess and the Daring Knight . . .

. . . fighting off the Fire-breathing, Ferocious Dragon

It all turned out pretty well, in my opinion

So, yes, I am crazy about Halloween, and maybe I even go a little overboard . . .

but there's a lot more Halloween crazy where this came from - a LOT more.