Jar Full of Awesome

Facing the reality that I am a lazy blogger and journal-keeper, we just started writing down memorable items and cramming them in a jar.  New Year's Day seemed like a good time to review 2012's contents.

Kinda makes the opening of the jar seem less spontaneous when you take a break to photograph the moment and edit the pic.  Yet, here we are . . .

Look at those lovely little memories spill out all non-staged-like.  So casual, yet profound.  

Standing on porch

Max says, "Mom you aren't a lawyer anymore, are you?"

"Nope."

"You are a stay-at-home-mom now?"

"Yup."

Points to front door, "Get in there and get back to work!"

Here's one from Molly:

On seeing pants she liked:

"I want to put my butt in there!"

A few more of my favorites:

• Don't be mad mom.  Be cool.  (Molly)
• Follow me, I'm FIVE! (Max)
• Hear this now: we are going to a restaurant, and the restaurant shall be ... PIZZA HUT! (Max)
• From January through August, Molly exclusively called her brother "Wolfie." 
• A B C D E F G H I J K L M Bumblebee Q R S T U V W X Y Z (Molly)
• You stole my smarts!  I can't remember what "defenestrate" means. (Max - then age 4)
• Dad, I am going to pull out all the white hairs from your beard.  Gonna give 'em to an old man.  We're gonna make a wig for him! (Max)
• Once-a-time ... two little zombies fell down ... on a rock ... then I killed them.  The end. (Molly)
• I have to poop the BIG ONE! (Molly)
• Hey Beautiful!  Why don't you grab me a cookie? (Max)
• Max calls bad guys "Ne'er-do-wells"
• Hi, I am mommy, and I am boring. (Molly)

There you have it!  Our gushing sentimental year-in-review.  Aren't you glad we don't send out Christmas cards now?