I took this picture Saturday night after reading this hilarious post by my new friend Rachelle. But I'm using it to prove to you that my contact is not in my eye. I would have serious sticking problems after just one night's sleep in them. I even squirted in solution and kept poking myself in the eye, making sure the contact wasn't in there.
IT'S NOT. They're GONE. GONE, I tell you!!!!
I took a few pics of myself in my sexy 7th grade glasses, but just couldn't bring myself to post them. I have this weird thing where I like to look at least half decent in my pictures, and it's just not possible with these things on my face. So you'll have to remain forever in suspense.
The next proof I have for you is that my son is growing up and learning to utilize the latrine. That's right, he's peeing on the frog, as we like to call it around here.
This is actually him number two-ing on the frog. TMI? I just never know with these things. Major accomplishments in the aMAYzing household can easily translate into inappropriate for a everyone else. But I just had to record this for posterity. Or future girlfriends. Whichever comes first. Actually, girlfriends had BETTER come before posterity!!!
And because all children are created equal, a pic of Spiderman in his after-bath attire. (As you can see, I chose the superhero theme with good reason.)